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In a harvesting state that brings with the bounty an explanation to the talkers, it is the formation of how speech blanks the wipe to the tack of satchel.  From the backpacking of shouldering around the terrific, it is in the sound, it is in more ink to sentence the structure to understanding the impact of micro-seconds.  As the persons of chambered life have sold to the foot a dance to the rooms in sending by balloon, I pleasure nothing in expression to making clear the formal invite.  In the instant of a moment breath, this blog has provided my voice with a template for the base construction of the future taste.  Spice in pepper of course asked the salt of the Ocean at Seas to craft the shipping to bring lather to a lease.  Rent for the foster freeze had a horror on the daily introductions fork, the yield produced this Site.

Chosen construction to the demolition of crumbled lives is of a vernacular that Ancients must know.  For the temple of my brain is in a proper foundation to deliver letter and post as the nail in the branch of hammering.  To have been ignored by society in total is more to identification of that slink away that Elisa did on that extremely damaging day in her parents home.  As Elisa swaggered and scattered that slink to those bearings with the flip in a single tell.  I was in the immediate of complete, and disaster did not blink.

Try on the clothes of cloaks that match the closet fell shoes, waltz time with me back to childhood news, the squeak of the silence to that bedroom I shared with my older sister.  Tamara, my older sister, faking her sleep in the night, would roll to her side when my brother entered the room for those darkly night rides.  As I turned to no avail my older sister Tamara laid awake, she would listen to the movement of the cork that was inside.  I would look to search help but the hand on my mouth held my lips from speak, the grunts made not by me but the pounding of the headboard memory shakes the window of sight. I could feel the swamp of mud and the smell of slick smashing to my bell.

In the brash harshness of reality, there are people whom have done terror to my life, like a re-run on the television or the basement garage of no escape.  Since times of my youth and that exit blocked I have always taken great care to that specific detail, for the closets have nightmares of the sticks to gum.

As I have groaned to each setting, the table is the frustration, for the knife is not dull, the spoon is not ladle and the plate is troubled by the courses served to skill.  Shall not the door be of crept and the soft language of lowered eyes to sandal, the affair in arrangement bring demise, the knowledge of the edge that a couch is a bed, makes the telephone the walking dead.  A zombie in the eats of flesh of not minding that you have now been downed to the suffering, the contagion of crisis through born virus that infects your mind to the drilling of not being at a point, but being served as the plunder.

My life is the fact that once delegated as a scapegoat there is no end to the procession of those that wish to use you in body, mind and spirit as the dumping ground.   In random questions that produce idiocy as there measure for stating 'are you okay' and then state that they are worried over your safety, I say with simplicity that none of this has ever been okay. The reason for the pipes that toot such ignorance I believe that it is done by people whom wish to save themselves from the reality of accounting for their shameful acts and actions against mankind and/or the fellow individual standing as an independent.  When a person sheds pale color to the blanket white ill of vomit stare, the are you okay can be useful should it be genuine, but today it comes with no hand, just the random pop-up of email or drop-off of guilt. Within the status that held to secrets to the full-blown testimony of watching your friend, neighbor, or passing stranger be raped by a familiar individual is the death of more than the the mental ration of a civilization.  It is the bleed that drains into and onto the streets, avenues and boulevards that have drowned so many human beings in silent agony.

The treasure of communication is brought with listen not talk, each word of enunciation to the chosen expression of a said individual is what is called a Tell.  In the depth of hell the fires are burning, desire is felled by the swampy sumps that are oil-based grease to goo the ignition to full bore death drinks.  Theses rifled published posts to the described as plight in a fight for life not a circulation that promotes jest.  Dust to Dawn, the bird to the fawn, my home is surrounded by Nature that is not passing hope as some spit word, but, knowing that 'Flight from Death' was more revealing that one would have believed.

Strong's

As also in the News of Hollywood blues the fact of the actor Bill Cosby by name and score,

in the midst of the handle of the bearings to tidal The Wave in the signal to route the paper,

for on the scribe to Nature on New Years Eve day a wonder in the happening of decision I stayed,

for the factor of Human Beings on my mind in that simple of stated an incredible revealing,

for there as I sat in pieces of laughed a Wild Bird, a Sparrow landed on my knee in the grasp.

In a swoop to the excitement I could hardly believe that this wild bird landed upon my relief,

from the beginning of this speech to the voice of belief bigger reasons than I are bringing beams!!

Lights on the shift to the sun by the trip a journey through the rough to speak with dignity,

as in the story of real lives on said the action is of counted and the grape is of lead,

wine in the barrel at a time of the pick trampled by society like an ice cream cone stipped,

statement to the phone on the calls that made fright I say this so gently that The Birds are a sight.

Clearly on the finish of the number on Posts this blog in the lather and range of the last year 2146 clear,

so on the expressed of the Train on a gear I looked to the count and found a new tear,

for the hand written time was making a steer on the spend of caliber to speaking of pier,

had any one person bothered to ask a question for surface not the smothering past,

in the exclaim of the happened by happenstance rack a certain on tale for the railing said class.

So on the fantastic of Sparrow my excitement ran spur I typed in the search for the glass of clear,

there on the google which I must say is cool the meaning of the published inked by what a fast,

for as the world spins to darlings of den the pleasure of stimulation is the answer for Seer,

to hold to the perfective so felt all the pain in a best of production to the identifying of slain.

Signs to the new respecting the gone as old are the values of stringing the dawn,

a spindle for needle the eye of temple a brain it is so plain to the tack of the revealing ink sat.

For Ever And A Day

Stall trouble below the drive of a pause be floor the breeze;

gate away the plunder fork at yield entry,

Nero barks back,

there to pass a stair stubble,

bush moving banshee clamped,

a grip vice tremble,

microphone loud ask no echo,

the gut said rust.

A Certain Flare

The time of magical voice,

transmits throughout the town,

a tonal accord,

a sound delight,

a dimensional Time is Hear!!

A hearth is not a home,

a campfire burn, it's near,

so stand yourself & know your wealth,

(do not tell)

four horsemen are; so tear.

I wept for about a year,

until I new, I feared,

what was coming, what was their,

a challenge, not a dare!!

7/24/2012

George, George, George Of The......

Falling dead breathing this planets oxygen while death expels guild to shroud, the mind to denial of list of length of sound.  The echo of harbor, a star galaxy phone in tooth gear route to bone stitch of mind suites.  Bodily last on teller in light of flight to settle grasp on the lessor of a multitude of lathers.  Turning bye design the Masses trample any insistence to message health-by-done, proxied brown the hell bagging lung to muscle tongues, a split time through marrow in a battle with lip.

Truth account settled now the fear of life shack stairs back to construction means of purchase to ravel braided bunned.  Like a Hare on the bunny-hop Christmas to New Year the ram with lambs of racking a branch to the reality of the hearing.  Court jesting a sale of fright with a bit of honey to the coffin that nails dead sprites to the vast discard of garbage vain.  To slick the wig with gel of strict combat in a job that seats the cancer to the brain of factions on smite.

Carts that have no horse contact the print with burning pleasure, as to drive blinded while lighting the chapel candle of it's just a job on the Pan-Handle.  Circulation of savaged stipulations that require more proactive values to measure the impact on the passing of news rifled to fire bulletins awareness is the media that translates opinion on delivery.  To cycle on the Channel of international details of scenes is so scattered that belief of anything has been thrown to the dogs like a chewy.

Wrapped by rotten meat that dried on the Freight shipped through Customs of transfer, the merchandise has been soaked for Sales and locked appeal in the sump.  As the ship hits the task to over tax the listener with no counter for the fed, is like the fattening of a cow for slaughter.  In the range of perk the shredder of CBS Morning News just throws out the sanity for a chortle to the death of millions drinking morning coffee.  Grinding the statistics from base commercial of whom is funding the present hour to viewers whom are stunned by the minute talk strung.

Shaft the bank to climb the Tower for on the keyboard a bright new flour will at the least know butter for the bakers of the Thirteenth floored.  On the elevator built to move with a steady on the cable it is the voice of the construction to bring the bearings of the hardhat to familiar the keys with the example on progression towards a book and a year written thirty years before, all in this now a birth to that win, for '1984' certainly is relative to the state of skipping sends.  A mark to the check of the divergent with a rail on the mind that chose to be of And in time for the fry of that will suffer all mankind, showing the inevitable told. 

CBS Morning News Station On The Chew Like A Rawhide Fax

Trains on Railcars of stilts are not abridged to counter killed, that lane is a dip on Star Planets placed. Ski-top at snowboard trails to bring lift -over a tip on the further darn of coffer.  Stick to sail on laugh to shack, an earth of many spell downs that touch foot body rot.

The failure of the listen to the ear of the know is the spanking that drowns the brain with read.  As over the gone to the roads of traveled, I sent many times to request a better hand to the how of the on of a gear shifting forward flu.  Ill are the mainstream techniques of T.V, belly to the scrub that channel switching horror.  CBS is one of the networks that jumps from death, rape and killing murders to the quick flips of talk on shopping, diet and the sport of the measured pace.

To grab oat the lost in the empty of the find leaves the advice to just hurt and die.  Again I make mention to a story that CBS ran, about a woman found with babies dead in card board boxes in her garage.  Apparently the womans husband smelled something and the scent was so overwhelming he made an investigation of his own leading him to discover the dead babies.  CBS ran the short and left the over-taxing thought of the condition of life itself to plundering.  I wonder do the CBS barrel burners know how triggering events that are shot out from base to hang blowing in the wind are extremely disturbing to their audience.  Why has the staff of the News Table supported these stories with opinion that joked about the very next stun.

Just yesterday on the CBS news opinions interjected by the News Casters about a t-shirt worn by a little girl that had survived a horror.  This little girl had survived an Airplane crash where her entire family was killed.  The little girl walked a great distance and was eventually helped by a kind man, however the story run on the CBS News pointed out the print on the little girls shirt without ever having a moment of silence for the deaths and most obvious trauma that such an accident would contain as the future of must be lived.  In this I state the nation has lost the ability to provide silence as a response, replacing those quick come-backs like James Blunts tweets.

Of course I mean no damage to James Blunt, but the International community glorified his come-backs as witty and sharp to the cut extracts of the message.  To whom may desire more, holding the account of death by respecting the living audience of survival, there are ways to conduct ones self with dignity and not shed.  

Dancing For The Raining Tears Made Try Soaked

The skill of any sole replies with print, a foot tack after the cell to ankle weight blow.  Thus travel energetic lifts silt from the filter enlivening bounce to skip through the anchor.  The stall of pound of system halts, to acquire Barn technique I have grown with the horse as a mentor of life.  This has produced the understanding and basic principle to develop the comprehension to the process of work.

In the years of many that have passed from taxing on the mind in what did shock me to death, I have gained patience to task the memories one breath at a time.  Piece work in construction has brought forward a regard for a healthy approach not the stink of rotting fish.  A balanced mention to the days of thunder in a light of walking, the sweats that lathered the thoughts with horror have been the and/or 'spice trades'.  Life is a court of drawn lines that once crossed to the x, y, z, 1, 2, 3 of what had become a daily routine.  From the bowels of the basement to the singing of a choir I have discovered it is the journey of the task itself that shouted.  Repeatedly hammered by what seemed prearranged for the disaster to take face it has been a requirement to allow the process a path for completion.

Relief from these hard core bearings came on the road that took my letters to the voice of silent to march the talk with character of correct measure.  In tunnel blindness my awareness reined determination of focus to not strain the age of birth to the involvement of what ultimately matters in speaking.  Truth is a compass that magnifies a map to the clarity of chowder, an oyster soup with potatoes and clams, secrets, pearls, muscle and land.  The shoreline view is a window with a cause to bring the lives that have been lost to the forefront so that their burial may know peace while afoot.  Treating with great care to my outcome is of a slow comb, to not tear apart the breaks but to show that being so broken had a shattering effect to those lost years.

In todays virtue of a classic burial of swept under the carpet for the flooring of sake, it still wore on my being with great hate being felt by each passing player that bumped their nose to my strife.   I bundled myself up in a curling, for the ice was burning me hot, nothing melting, just words finding the fringe and expression by the introduction of riddles.

A call to arms in the or, on the Front of a war that had battled through to not just survive, but to find sustenance in the life of love and compassion that had not been given nor known.  A defining of reality to the text of prose is the coming of the ages in and on the tack of my shoulders to the carriage of discipline.  The control of gears that shift to echo a stride of the ghost that once was a girl that had dreamed of all the treasures that Fairy Tales sheet.  In grasping humanity and the fact that Fairy Tales are nice stories but issue false hope I discovered the sake for such ribbons.  So, I tied a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree, remembered the better of dreams and put to plate the horror.  In a free written concept there were so many wonders that exampled how idea's have been passed in our history.  The by the ways, or the misses, or the hour of completes, but in this it was the flowers that I repeatedly saw die.  Spring brought hope for the bulb and sure enough up from that root a beautiful summer to enjoy the warmth of the sun along with the outdoor ventures.  Hope of the season is not necessary until the Season itself begins a drastic change.  As the weather is exampling the storms that have never been on record, yet are bringing such desperate arrangement to our lives.

Watching as to be prepared for the coming challenges I took time to slow my own self down, for it was every turn that brought yet another flash of a gun firing memory into my ready now.  The oddness of such became draining and I had to find a tempo in stride as I had seen in my past what happened to overwhelmed lives.  I believe that most do not understand that ridding yourself of treacherous horror is and does happen by making new memories with bright factors as the basis.  Yet as the sudden punches of people and their mouths appeal to drag you down memory lane one cannot help the mind in recounting the detail.  As the allowance of task with myself, I remind myself, that the reminded in and of itself, is a flag showing me that this particular situation is coming to close.  The sharp cuts I do not fear as what has been done, has indeed happened, for this I must accept and now realize that my reminder is one of caution.  A kind of early warning system that kicks you, to bring your attention to the detail of the immediate surroundings so you are not subject to being terrorized or horridly damaged yet again.

With dreams that come in my sleep I have grown to understand the fashion of the thought to finish the worry that may plague my unconscious mind more than I have braved.  As my dreams are certainly extremely different than more than a few years ago, I am so grateful for the working of the explanation on how to comprehend these buried thoughts.  More directly delivering to the face value, the happenings and interactions of that particular day find a court of reason to express or exclaim action by safe production to absorb without threats.  In sleep I have found the solutions have the silver screen effect, still bringing intensity, but also bringing comprehension to a type of settlement that relaxes me for the first time in a long time.  So instead of a festering wound that boils from seeping pus, I am able to touch the worth with a dynamic introduction to a bettering of clause.

Soldering

As I deliver this hatred to task your lips with read Barron, tis only lunch.  For dine upon this livid lean thee barter hath spinach's cream, thy sill be done include the window blink.  Rye eyes wilt brows to Sigils shroud, Time team last sentence cause oft claim, virtue Carn grasp nasal plug to guide be fare.

~ ~ ~

Hush

The left of right,

a venture not plight,

a risk to courage,

results a guess.

A part to see with able reads creates a sum,

plant the seed.

written 2/11/2014

Commercial Project

When you find yourself in the eleventh hour,

stop, and take a shower,

this moment of reprieve will allow you not to tease.

Standing back to take a look allows time to read,

or,

write a book.

A simple Thought: 

Not to talk!

written 7/25/12

ZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!!! SSSSsSshshshshshshush

Should Hell be a fear belonging to yourself than you are guilty.  With a context to believe that each life is a ripple, it is in the effect of the earths church and religion to distribute that propaganda as a dogma to aspect control of the junked lives.

For onto the ones that hath cast smite, a hammer in thine fist with nails in thrust tongue.  The scour of thee hast groove to had temper in dust.  In the rain of cloud collection, blows spread while thumbs forgot.

Fingers shall show swipe to engage no pinky, thee rat amongst thrush will fire apple to caramelize onion.  Inside garden as the text, a test of gate in count on Upside up talk climb while no-heed regarded the cut.  With such ladder the dowel has spun a spool of Sphinx in a pyramid designer.

Base to structure, width touch span, branch of Ox Crane, tacks Cow.  No harness will bind, no ring will pierce the nose, as 'The Yoke' will encompass stars at Universal stone.

Each nation hath cast date to pearling of matter, death asked subject, disease twilight's carriage, while suffer body of civil lock drunks the hamper.

Ink the plaque as An is, with stair to case a shepherds roll watch sheep in fleece clippings, the shears to wool shape in made coat on struck for the stole will reveal the lambs stay to rack!!

Up on the chain is link with hook, no bait for the hooves is distributed by wait on the dark cut of sunder.  Light is lit by strike monster cripe, a taste of Oh dandy classic carnival of lifts to carousel career.

How lance driven Fax to the scour of rat to snipe 'The Fix' in nasty of lisp.  A term tan to sunburns that read slap of Minds Thames!!

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Written July 28^th, 2012

All in a day of what I do,  

I move around, but not to soon,  

For if you do,

you'll be shot from here into the dark blue sea!  

A threatening voice can not be heard, the quiet of the silent verse.  

It is in-between of the lines you read that the message lays; rehearsed.

Never approach or broach a message: bored.

With what is chanted; bye!

It's not the alphabet you "No,"

Why code,

Just start with "Z."

A backwards statement of what is knot so obvious,

you need.

A better turn,

be correct,

at least you should know right,

From death,

oop's! Left/Eye/Mean: See?

"I"

Wing-Nuts

The depth of strand in anchors harp wound the spite of tuners sharp.  In sheet tooth gear a piano austere “the bench” betrayal of monies/money seared.  Oh for the bark of skin detail, a wrinkle palm leaves gone bong.  Smoke shackles farm chick barrows beam head, hobbles grab while dollars day!!

A play Flute.

July 28^th, 2012

A tone has been set by what seems to be, however, I believe, I never think…….I shout.  Watch out for your brother or maybe just another, be human or not!! 

The way to be free is to never see the doubt and frustration of men.  For we cannot stand with most of this land, it’s full of hypocrisy and sin.  Trading one for each other, the care for of a lover is interpreted by layman of; blend.

Anonymity speaks, oh wait, it’s rehearsed the limo is a casket and you’re disaster`ed if you point a finger at them.  A con if you ask me, but you didn’t, so: Blast it.  Away from the rooms, such dismay?

Never assume, because I would presume to say that it’s your ass; knot mind.  The words not confusing, although it’s been said, to be Greek and easily explained.

Of course.

A sponsor needed and alien we are not, but an “A” for abolish all them.  So, is it the Spelling, three letters.

I think!

It sounds so confusing, oh well.

It spells ‘Group-of-drunks’.  O.M.G.

It’s not me! Get a clue, 2 x AA = That

Barbi Dolled

Swirling temper of “Held Review” touching the task of tacking-up to puke, a choral respond to adore the work ask any hymnal of five star abrupts!!  I tailor the cobbler as clogs burst a slack, no value to pop on the flip in on sought, hatred of broom swept clean the callous as warts are sunk to crisp clearings valance. Stride, like a lion, be a tiger for spool, on thread needle spindle remind the Organist steer, plugs on the pole of May in a stump, round the clause litter to lip of that smear.

Tongues split spit as drool an burr verse, scrabble to scandal the leaper on kale.  Branch chord a pick to Gibson’s guitar, lurid each spy to the crawling inch webs dust stranded.  Mach well speed interjection to advance pits in the shroud, a vain object that subjects the flee`d.  Gallop with Sibyl change lanes operatic, trust is a price that the bull danced at tripe.

Written July 29^th, 2012

Interestingly I know about these things I will not tout.  All I've written, all I've seen, discretion rules the roost.  I am a Chicken of nothing good: In this Hen House too?  Strike a tune, play a piece, settlement is near.

Claim a game, make it name, so that you’re not confused.  For in this land of no-man I find so many fools.  Yell and scream, don’t complain you make-up all, you’re blue.  I should be more like I’m not and feel compassion: I muse.

After much entanglement I cast out on the News, just a little bit of bait so they won’t bite you.  So much sooner, it’s too late to stop the moving tide of life; I stop to take a note.

To Self,

     Blaming the other guy, oh wait, I am—no—It is what it is, just know.  Signing only general things I need to do one piece.  Upon my instrument I write I do not know self-hate.  Bravo, applause, I stand with only me.  Thankful for my begin, I know I will not no an end, for in this thought, I’m broke.  Not in wealth of the mind it seems to be teaming fine.  I’d say, I’d hope for a blind, a guise, this is no joke.  A sin to think things through?  I don’t believe in you.  An offer never made, just a bunch of threats, read what’s on that……..bored!

     What a proposition.  Not a likely; bye.  I look to no avail ‘cause I just sailed by.  Just checked it out to let what steps to tune’s of shit. Nature heard that you sin then wash your hands down here.  I’d say to go or move yourself, but, don’t bother me or self, because “I” just have to swear to say, that death has opened hear.

Minot's Taller Step-Feat

The commerce of ‘ditches & dams’ is to channel or hold at the amount of capture or drain.  In the writing of a cancer that has virus or brain technique, the sentence to structure the phrase of mortar as a mortal portion to bring construction to the Field.  Prod not for the clouds collection is either passing in retain or a convent to the storm of rain by ways of parade drops.  The Ocean is full with salt extract as the drying brings to surface the piling of Freight at port of walking in this human carver of shell.

Order a fashionable “Shall-We” and at list of shark to I.D. the bark Nature guided me to self-strength to steady my dead-fall of body, face and station.  Troubling thought was of keep to loop-keys that fit, lock to cage to bar of prose with the silence of my internal screaming tears.

As I shed dry telling to the whether of tact, I scouted my life with care to my principles in hold.  Creamed by division in a multiple of deaths it has been ‘The Trigger’ of each bulletins gun.  Curved to bye line the hand in chance brought, word by word gallant, a horse trot posting planned.  By happenstance the treasure has creation of a chest to define reality as plain.  The pain, the agony, memory producing a remembrance to established of a soon.

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Worship Who Today?  Written on July 27^th, 2012

To find the reproach of one for another is a distinct sign of failure itself.  In such an act of self-disdain, I witness.

To be privy to obtuse behavior has been my pleasure and not my harm.  I have had to learn to submerge myself in that which I have had to find so offensive in my life.  Not by choice!, but, by the Force of man’s opinion of what is the problem with that which they know so little about.

To remove out of the hands of the ones that should be capable of proper decisions in a life is completely ludicrous, and, quite insane.

When one confronts the people that are just spreading misinformation and propagating a foul attitude towards difference or inquiry thereof, I am curious as to where the independent soul is meant to stand.

Should one choose to be separate from “the corrective” or the Masses, you are outed and declared in public ‘5150’, meaning crazy.

So, in, truth the anonymity which is so strongly professed is quickly recanted and announced: Again publicly, as, only anonymous in matters of Press, Radio and Films, all else is open-court, Open range or better said, everything else is off the table.  Bummer ‘They’, A.A. accents aren't so clear upon entry of.

Abandon the old ways unproven? For what? Some of us are fortunate, why?  For purposes of doing, that which is correct.

We’re moving, Nature’s blooming, and flowers I will not send.  For negativity and hatred towards natures and wild is felt and so seen by that which was not mean, but now you may deem: Rage! Full.

The Letter In A Write To Address Issue & Cause

Eleven years ago Elisa Bianchi, my best friend from 6th Grade left me with her father in her parents’ home in El Dorado Hills California, she just turned and her walk away down the stairs to hide spoke volumes in her slinked of complete absolute hatred towards myself. It was weird because she was just standing with her father, everything seemed wonderful as we were preparing to visit with one another following the lovely dinner we had all just shared together. The surroundings changed in such a quick, I witnessed her and her father whispering this strange body language with hand actions and I got really uncomfortable.  

This was my best friend, Elisa and I had met as children while going to school in San Francisco attending the elementary school at the Convent of the Sacred Heart.  We both were now adults with children of our own, so the worries that her mother had brought to my attention when we were young were still close to mind but I did not actively worry for myself as I was a grown adult with a family.  However these strange and overwhelming feelings swamped me.  The avenue of introduction to a nightmare made goosebumps that chill my bones. My very breath was stifled by what I was watching, I sank.

As Elisa walked downstairs I held a grip to the armchair of which I had been seated in, the next few moments delivered the horror of that Elisa's mother had warned me of as a child.  This is the brief account of that day, it has taken me 11 years to get to this specific point to even be able to state it aloud.  The fear that I have been living in because of these few seconds where Elisa decided to advance her own health by extinguishing mine.  On this page that I shake as I write I can only say that this is the moment of real fright. 

In the Drawing Room of Elisa's parents I was left by my best friend so that she would not have the duty of .......a minute later her father was standing across the room with his body leaned in a manner that disgusted me.
 Her father than began to walk towards me with a rather abrupt but most obvious prearranged plan. Mr. Bianchi began to unzip his trousers and walk directly at me, the room became instantly smaller and I sat frozen in one of the  wing-back chairs. Mr. Augusto Bianchi pulled his cock from his unzipped trousers, taking a hold of his penis and removing it from its location to expose and bring it towards my mouth. He swooped his head backwards with a look on his face of certainty, his shoulders held a speech of unspoken hammer. I sat in disbelief and at that moment he was directly in front of me, cock in hand breezing my lips. I looked up and laughed, said, you have got to be kidding me, moved around the chair and went down the back stairs. I did not look back for fear of him following me. I reached the bottom of the staircase where Elisa was watching Television with her daughter curled up beside her. I said nothing for words seemed evoporated by the swoop, but she clearly knew I was there, just behind her, waiting for her to say something, anything at all.  Silence was her scream.  I walked out through the garage that was off to the side of that particular room. I opened the garage door and went to my car where I shook.

I am wanting to say that Elisa and her abuse is formal to many in this world, keep it buried by passing the cock sucking duty to whom is next in line. I guess it was better for me to have been dealt that evening as oppose to her daughter. As Elisa's mother taught me at the age of Ten years old when Elisa and I first met of her husband’s advances I was somewhat prepared by the directions, however unbeknownst to many in that very wealthy circle and circle outside my immediate family, I had been severely abused as a child. So thanks Elisa Bianchi your move to pass your duty to suck your father's dick that night brought eleven years of terror. This is how long it has taken me to name you and your father in this abuse that happened 11 years ago. Oh but for the statute of limitations and let us not forget the phone calls from your father to my home that caused so much distress I was eventually forced to move. More…..

Written on January 5^th, 2015

"On Friday July 28^th, 2012 I wrote the following as a free-record to hold for the appropriate release of what the happenings had indeed produced in my life to date the cart.  As a harnessed approach to gather candor of Being in self, I have chosen prose as the expression to bring cadence to life in this existence of Hell.  To forward the direction of this towards an onward character it will be the speech in voice that delivers the breast of candor touching the actual in reality to define reaction thereof."

A.    Anonymous

Announce not yourself but another for in this I will have my druthers.  You shall fail not myself, for I am just a mere creature of humanity itself.  The result of “no love”, “nor care” to my well-being, but attention to my demise has attracted death-less souls, for even death has hung his head to know your shame.  Familiar they are not to the ways of such callousness or spiritual maladies.  Out of the mouths, confession has been made by that which is known as a anonymous.

To scoff at such malicious and maladjusted behavior is completely natural, yet the receipt of such has been not received but pounced upon as if it is wrong to react adversely to being forced into that which is not fully understood.  It is in the push to produce or comply that reveals the deceptiveness of a group or an organization.

To state so blatantly that you are not affiliated with any one sect etc., just announces plainly that you must then align yourself with all of them.  For in this stupidity of shared verses you out the source of the manipulation as the manipulator himself.

Undeniably, I state, “Independent of, I stand with character of my own uniqueness as what I am, so that I may instill into my own that temper to develop a good set of principles of which to live by.”

This fortune that I have been afforded by Life Itself and the study thereof has relieved me of any and all responsibility towards my fellow mankind.  Many will believe that this is or may be considered a selfish act, but, until you truly no selfishness you will never recognize advantage.

Friday