Changing of the guard within me brings the agony and the ecstasy. I am so very sore, but I now have tight muscles up my neck like a noose has been placed around there and used. Gruesome realities play in my mind, as cleanup from Bosnia happens at this time. Kosovo is in view, too. Can I really do this if I do not remote view? I think the time is ending for all of you. Military actions will continue for a time. Industries will too, but then you all will start to lose your minds. Technology will become spotty at best, and all fossil fuels will soar in price as I continue my quest. Out of ill-use and lack of use, cars will cease to work, thus cease to be. Comedy will no longer be seen on TV. Movies from the past will hold no more appeal. Life on Earth will no longer seem real. I will just continue to play my viola in my soul. My 2 types of French horn there have recently become cold. Resumes will no longer be accepted. Job seekers out there, for the first time, will feel dejected. No longer will anyone be protected. Law and law enforcement are not what people expected. Calls will go unanswered. Cancer is not real. All charities just benefit private companies and indivuals who steal. Suffering is not real for any of you. Your deceit will now disembue. All of those on the bottom will begin to feed on those on top. I will just stand back and let them call a cop. No one cares there. Voodoo will rule the day. Eating feces will make people pay. Cooking will no longer be seen as an art. No Hollywood person will be able to find a part. On the field sports stars will be attacked for real. Fans will be hungry for the COLLISEUM feel. Players of lesser value will too. What will these poor little boys do? Boo hoo hoo. They will be on trial too. Their homes will be put into foreclosure and their cars repossessed. In that moment they will know that in their shorts they have messed. Maybe this little poem shows how my mind does journey. I will never have to hire an attorney. Times will be hard, but those who are tied to me financially will be taken care of for now. Betrayal will result in expulsion from the squad. This is the time of true jihad. I know that I am nothing and no one listens, thus this can just be a little poem as they rant on the streets. It threatens no one, because no one reads, I am nonviolent, I am connected to no one, no one respects me or my authority, and I am not part of any community. I just emote here to keep my life simple and free of entanglements. Everyone else is going to have to do their due diligence. Jennifer K.
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