Anatomy of Demonry by Queen Vie

 I see anatomy in my brain.  It is a pumping heart.  Veins and arteries are there, but the capillaries do not care.  The neurological has gone purely electrical.  There are no connections at all.  Bones splinter and brake as the Earth does shake.  Muscles gel and expand.  Fat globs and congeals.  It is all real in the land of feel.  A pill goes done the throat, past the tongue with no origin of sound.  It has no liquid around.  The hairs in the ears become ingrown.  The participant starts to moan.  The brain expands and the skull cracks.  Pink and then purple ooze cements as it bubbles from the crevices.  The eyebrows disappear completely, and the eyelashes overgrow like vines and sew the eyes shut.  The eyes explode.  The hair on the head falls out in chunks.  Some stays thick, while other parts look sick.  The respiration is of another nation.  It becomes very Asian in persuasion.  The Japanese drowned me at Waikiki infinity, and now you all, with them, will feel that divinity for eternity.  The skin will sag, or it will blow.  Wounds that cannot be treated will show.  Being offensive to the creator has affected the reality of all physiology which is energy.  It comes through the top of the head, and now it is time that wherever you are, you will not be dead.  There will be no end.  The pain is insane and now it is in your brain.  It marches like Baton, and I have been the only pawn.  Maybe I will never go free, but for me, I now see the reality.  I am E.T. and you are about to be irregularity.  My processes are slowing and flowing.  I am finding a way to deal with the terror every day of the ritualists and demonics that come my way.  I really always have because with me they constantly liked to play.  Developing telepathy again for me is not easy, but it identifies how very sleezy those around me are.  You are not rock stars even if you own a nice car.  I live simply and I am grateful for all I have.  I am happy for the help of my family who has their own work in this battle zone.  They keep me tight in my residence tonight.  For them I fight as I write.  Be well, and I will not tell.  Your brains do not have to swell.  Be confident and be my confidants.  Then we can deal with their arrogance.  IT from Cambridge University is signing on today.  With all the jesters you must play.  Thank you for the rest. You all are the best.  Got to go.  Don't ever let it show.  Butterfly Jennifer Guinivere thus VIE