Cleaning Out My Closet

Today there is a knocking at my door.  I can feel the motion of change wishing to drop off a package.  I waded through the closet by my apartment door, and it felt so cleansing to get that done.  A mystical chief is coming through and wishing me a telepathic perfume of morning dew.  It also feels like honey dew.  I can feel that he has picked up the key, and is feeling free in a way that only those who know him can see.  I wrote a letter to a strong man yesterday and now Glasgow Engineering School has been located and penetrated.  No more trophies like my hair and nails from Muncie, IN.  He now can see the studies in criminology, geology, philosophy, and library science that I completed at Ball State, and tech services at Ivy Tech.  Watch out catholic priests, for your betrayal of me has left the police penniless is all settings around me except for my special mystical crew at this time.  I block their identities today so that they can choose their chief in a heroic competition of wits, intelligence, and strength.  Endurance is the master key to all of it.  The swan song of this environment that I have endured for 5.5 years is beginning to play, and I reach even for some salt today.  I did a dollar mission yesterday, and I sat at the bus stop and an infinite amount of cop cars, even unmarked, pulled by.  They will see their own souls soon enough.  No more stalking they are going to have to start talking about their experiences around me if they want to have energy and sanity.  I never tunnel through, but I boost the energy system.  They will feel it when I am gone.  With that, the page turns to the epilogue.