Writing to Relieve Pain

It is so bright in the raw sunshine of pain.  I feel so deeply, and the sadist upstairs knows it.  She drips the hot oil of degradory speech and violent banging my way every day for hours.  Her cell phone calls are abhorrent, and people continue to listen.  I then go into the community, and I am not even the then high grade of pariah.  I am detested when I am an innocent and sweet being of no deceit who is labeled everything under the sun that you sex offenders are.  That is your modus opporendi.  Tonight, I just wish you all to just stop saying that you all feel at all.  You do not.  In this land of fairy, they do not live at all.  They have infinity disease psychiatrically and physically, have low intelligence, no morality at all, are sadists to the nth degree, are criminals in every way, and are top of tree now because of me.  They do not eat, bathe, clean, but mystically they remain fine in the world as I see.  It cannot be, you say, and you look away, because you do it too.  The world is unreal, and now I know it very consciously.  Here I work fastidiously to cook, clean, eat, exercise, create, heal, connect, and patrol infinitely to make up for your loss of it so that I can keep my material realm things and to keep my body sound and whole.  Wait until the hatred spews on all of you because the volcano here above me is about to erupt, and the whole vicinity too.  The most moral and kind beings here are the no soul indigents.  Drug users are the pontificators who look at the acts and works of the day, and the hypocrisies of the world around them, and the world at large.  That is the "community" I am in.  I rock this kind of sunshine like the moon rocks light during an eclipse.  Everything is my fault just for being in the first place and obeying the cycles of life that keeps us all from chaos and keeps order on the Earth and in the sky.  Be fairy if you wish.   To the world you are delish, but no longer claim to feel for real or fire may come to your face, neck, and spine, and the fault will not be mine.  I am just telling you all of the word on the street.  Street plays on the radio as I write this.  Maybe that is the sacred fairy kiss.  Feel it and feel your sadists bliss.  They say that ignorance is bliss, well I stop that bliss with my line now.  You have the intel and my words about feeling.  It is not evolutionary to not feel.  Double negatives can sometimes be powerful positives in the insane brain of all of you.  Vie 112