President McPherson in 2218 gets taken down today...
I just woke up to a new reality, a writer can never die right? Well, My next door neighbor turned into a child because he was ass raped at 9, and his parents came through in the year 2004 and a Coptic assassin from Hell level 4 came through and wiped out people that killed me in the days before. I did not know I was Presidential, and they like to kill people for a living around here for that Canada thing, Eh? So it is me and Imhotep, and this is planet Spermacide. Swift has risen from the grave perhaps he was ina prison of some kind. You know that Bachman Turner Overdrive is having a show and a tour with Taylor Swift because when her mother was pregnant Taylor listened to Def Leppard and then when Turner and Bachman got fat from living so well, they put on Taylor Swift music and lost weight on exercise machines to her music, so this is going to be the fat girl and fat man tour.
Jonathon Swift and TS Elliot, who wrote the Wasteland, because when I was at Public Places, or Webster Hall, I met a dancer named Mary who was a court stenographer, and she used to dance in latex and I was on Dust, now Dust before smoking cigarettes makes the lungs great because they are preserved and that is a secret to smoking, so people are backwards and may in the years ahead smoke when the hundred years pass of the time before on Earth when the roaring twenties comes and the government has an intervention on your ass, and they don't let you do things and then they dump product to make prices easier on the people that lost all their money in 2009 when Bush raided every bodies bank account and left 70,000 dollars in every bodies account, Mary knew this much about the crimes of NYC...
I need the keys to my aparment so I can have my keys back to give to a real friend that visits instead of you setting it up to kill me as a sinister minister three times a day, and I have stepped out and visited 2 Floral looking for Carigan in the future where I was assassinated last night backwards with the flag half staff and Bampy jumping into the computer at the end of the night, and then people being pissed off that I would not have life. BLue Tower Book 2 is doing great, the KGB book 3 should go to Bampy in French, and then I have one down state pressed for release in 9 years. He who controls time controls war, war time and time in war move different and it seems a minutes passes as you cry, and put down your gun but then people die off, and you have to fight like the 12 Majors that my father took out as Scout in World War 2 in 1957, was the actual date, with the 12 year dog thing, life was backwards, and my father did the real time, dying in 2079 last night bumping himself, so he gets burned by a Pyre as a Vampire that we all turn into, and I should call him up, my stepfather dies at 87, so the unit gets one better or more that that.
I went skiing and showed around some black people there was a secret mountain in the back where you could pick up girls. I woke up when I had to rent skis and ski boots.
I dreamed I drove into Texas on a road trip, an old baseball coach of mine was there. The other night I dreamed twice of my exSoulmate. First she got back into her old college and we partied up, secondly Tamara and I were really close and it had something to do with a movie theater closing down where we were supposed to meet and become one, but the theater closed down and I Kept missing her in our attempts to be an item.
I know the true you, I know what you like; I did not notice you had the resolve to contain your self, and anyways if we did a lot of hugging, I would have had boners, and I really didn't want to be like the first guy, fuck you and then disappear, plus I am a classy guy, and I never do have sex with someone until I know them. I have no regrets.
I like that Matthew is a Marine Biologist, I just wished he'd take you out sometime, you have to get out and go do things and be seen as the Lady you are. I am glad he is sexing you up, you were a little bit stuffy; if I had a wife I would only make love to her twice a week, once on Wednesday and then again on Saturday. Sex is like a sporting contest, one must prepare and be prepared, like eat pineapples, get the fiber, shower and be cologned, hair perfect, clothes just right, romantic incense and candles, soft beats wailing guitar, shit that puts you in the mood, and lets the other person know what is going down that night, almost ritualistic sex, sperm have to be warned that they are about to be let loose so that proper baby formation occurs, the right soul, the right body, you can also have some days, like if you go to the beach and the man really needs to trophy her, then that too is possible, a little bit of random sex to spice things up. I have never done these things, I just followed Tamara wiggling heart shaped ass, all night until I would end in her bed, having passed all the tests. Women put us through hurdles and we must behave as gentlemen, and not be assholes and make bad scenes when out and about, it really charms a woman to have a gentleman act perfect and say all the right things all night long, then it is alright to behave like animals if, we have proved ourselves higher beings.
It was not weird. You were kind, loving, supportive and there in full force, just like a presence of something that one can really hang onto all night long. Almost motherly.
