There Is No Ghost Writer

 There is no ghost writer.  It is all me.  I am a biological organism, but I am tired.  It is difficult to debrief.  I am tired of describing.  My ability with an imaginal biologic is very powerful.  I am a weapon and always have been.  I am not an analogy.  I am me.  I am coming into a new phase.  I need to express my beingness, but my ability to deal with the cruelty is breaking down.  I can no longer look away.  I will work in the community and continue my transformation of my mind and body, but I need to be able to have my time alone here in my apartment with my cat and with the biologics who can be without disease of all sort and have gentleness with me.  The avorice in all ways towards me needs to stop.  My sensitivity needs to be cherished and honored.  My privacy needs to be secured.  I am with one tonight who can just let me sleep in a beautiful tomb for a thousand years if i need to without touching me or disturbing my process.  He is a beautiful sculptor and always has been.  he has the hands of God.  He is beautiful, but sees a lopsided monster.  His time of cruelty toward me is through.  He has submitted to an authority inside of him.  We are beautiful vampires and it has nothing to do with blood, but it does have to do with a need to feel free of touch.  that is a human concept.  It is not about life or death or immortality.  It is about release from brutality and a secrecy that is beyond the realm that you all see.  I awoke from his time of allowing me to be in not slumber, but a very fatigued sleep to just write about my needs to not have friendships in community at this time and my need to be with his sublime.