Squandered Lies Take Care of True Lies and Paralyze

Squandered lace in factories of deceit, you bleed into my mind and memory around the deceit.  I am imprisoned in a cell of lies.  My Stratovarius cello has now been capsized.  I speak only unto deaf ears to only jeers of throngs so disloyal.  What is it like to be truly royal.  To know what I know and to go where I go, can I tell you actually or will I end up in the hands of a brotherhood so evil today, because I am good, and they refuse to be gay.  I wish to not be touched, and I am tired of being rubbed.  I am tired of being Genie Jenny for all of you.  My leg shackle is visible for all of you in my Chung Moo tattoo.  I save my own life.  I am my own husband and wife.  I am the one who provides for me and who nurtures myself and my world actually.  People have invaded my space today, but at least I still have a face regardless of what they say.  Maybe the faceless ones will now show themselves.  You will see that they are not top shelf.  A movie was illegally brought to me from overseas through my cable box.  It was just Ashton Kutcher being massively demonic and not hot.  I wish to no longer be a subject of PUNK'D.  I am now missing a tooth they say.  No that was YOU Ashton who showed up with a cracked tooth that day at my HOA with JJ.  Stop stalking and talking and things will be okay.  Your wife ended her life today.  Ask the coroner of L.A., the FREAK ON A LEASH, of Jeff to just sign a nondescript death certificate and a nondisclosure agreement simultaneously and Jerod Goff will be rid of yee.  I am doing this all for free, so please stay away from me.  Queen Vie