Wednesday, June 7, 2017

A Vision of Hope

I sat next to a beautiful Hindu woman on the bus.  I am at McDonalds in Columbia Heights today.  I have kind of had it with coffee and tea.  All pops are only a dollar at McDonalds right now.  Good deal, good deal.  The beginning of this day was a surge of energetic attacks my way.  I am proud that I finally got out to McDonalds.  If you can see inside of me, Flower, you will see how much I miss thee.  Be free to be yee.  You are gentle and you are man.  Together you are royalty of the nth degree.  No one has satisfied you, intellectually, thus you always ended up slave by the sheer numbers around you.  I believe that you can now see me accurately.  Be joyful sunshine that I am in vicinity.  You will find the opportunities in this war of words and soul favors.  Dance under the moonlight and be rare at whatever you do.  Explosive noises around me have left me anxious today, but not constantly.  I temper the wind and you can see that I keep my hair, mystically.  I will decide my areas of slavery with such bravery.  You all missed the opportunity yesterday, because he CAN see, actually.  He was looking down from the railing and hating all of you.  I sing myself a silent thunder cry as you move around me in a demonic dance.  You have no gifts and bitterness and rage are not assets.  A smile to my face is just a momentary reality.  Your nasty sentiments are just so loud.  Be proud that you are all about to go completely insane, and world community hates all of you.  The priest in the night was there, internationally, and the infection is so much worse than even the cracks of Calcutta.  I am here to say that I will prevail.  I keep it positive as you turn me away, energetically and with your caddy discourse.  Just wait until the WEIGHT stacks onto you.  You all have no power or authority and there is a notoriety authority forming in my sleep vicinity.  Payment is needed now, and payment for sins is later.  I am the down low position to just show how difficult it can be, and how to do it, actually.  Thank you WINTER NIGHT for making me adore this very steamy summer's day.  I love you to eternity for your internal and external beauty.

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