Woke up this morning with that feeling in my stomach... Not like the butterflies, but the kind of feelin you get just before the Last Supper Second Cometh Like the shortness of breath and the bend at the abdomen just b4 you succumb...to the effect of the liquor if ya get the picture. I know I can be vague when it comes to giving accurate descriptions but hey, thats how I was feeling Eyes wide open focused on the ceiling believing that my thoughts must be deceiving. Me of all people...Well, what can I say? I guess Gaga said it best when she performed I was born this way. (NoHomo), but I was born with a heart of equal opportunity love, and despite the illusion of this current stage of reality, I am not indoctrinated, or programmed by the broad-cast spell As Seen On TV. My eyes are wide pre-ceiversanalyzing and dissecting vibes and frequencies. I seize every moment to rise to the occasional preoccupation with setting captives free Telepathically - and thats a tangent, and thats fine- There may be arbitrary rules on your page, but this timeline is minDs. I get to spit that MythoLogical Realization without margins, or lines that confined the marginalized - suprise Negus!! You might not get that at this present moment in time, but with a little solid reasoning youll catch up down the *line. I shine, even after one hour of napping / I wake up touching and tapping everything within reach. This is InPut for OutCome to all WithIn my outReach so to speak so Im Spittin upfull tithings like watermelon seeds and stay hitting all targets and change. My scope is on focus, both long and short range. I came, I saw, and did what I was called to do. Yeah, I could have sold out too, but what good what that do for the truth, or my youth - my Call of Duty supersedes all chump change. I still believe in the President despite all the head games and loose frames, and now, back to the point which is just a dot on an infinite line of wisdom. So many get caught up in the prism of egoVision and opinionism schemes, vain imagination and material dreams only add to the confusion. I told my Fran in 2010 that class was the Grand illusion and kept it moving - no shucking or jiving, aint laughing, suffering schmiling, or snoozing. This is my vision. Im out in this quicksand shifting, changing shape and uplifting. Like sand in the hands of time adrift with the breeze. I came to fulfill and I will as it is Gods will to reveal - what has been hidden from the prudent and the wise. To the degree that even when they find the truth the brarylies it. Sometimes the believe their own lies without realizing - Ive scene it behind the seens, the lines, and all the takes in between if you follow me...when Im screening. #myth_fiction_reality Common - I Used To Love H.E.R
Posted on: Mon, 16 Jun 2014 17:12:16 +0000
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