I’ve had a string of positive days, you’ll hopefully be
pleased to hear about. I’m feeling fairly decent considering. Being back to
watching movies is great, they keep me occupied for hours and help me forget about
my grim oppressors. I’m eating wonderful meals and drinking plenty of fluids. I’ve
just seen my main nurse, who has arranged to help me out with a few things. You
know I have a gripe about the system, but the individuals who work for it can
hardly be blamed for its tyrannical history. You wouldn’t shoot a police
officer because you don’t agree with the law, would you?
There's a video conference uplink tribunal I may or may not attend next week. I’ve just contacted my solicitor about it. I have papers from my last section which I’ve unzipped and defragged with a telescopic lens, highlighting the lies contained within their application for section. Whether I bring them to light is another story, as I don’t relish an argument with the authorities. Not, unless, there was speculation for compensation. That would be different. Maybe I’ll break them down for you here at the sweet spot sometime, to let you know how the doctors work against unpopular citizens. Somebody else’s reasons why someone they don’t know should be locked up and medicated can be very interesting. Funny AF, I'd even say. It makes great reading.
I don’t bear grudges, you know that. They can detain me and poison me but I’m still alive and cogging eternity, where it matters. Take my life, but never my soul, I’ve always decreed. What happens down here on Mad planet Earth is just but a passing breath. Like The Joker said, in Batman, “Why So Serious?” Learn to let things bounce off you. Even things like unlawful incarceration, injustice, and extra judicial punishment. Breathe and pause before responding to anything. Watch helpful videos on online. I wish I could assist you in getting to know yourself properly, the deep imaginative substance beneath your physical matter, but that is a personal private journey we all have to conduct on our billy lonesome. You probably already accomplished that shish.
I learned by picturing the best thing I was able to visually. That gives you a clue into who you are. Think about your favourite image, one that you’ve made up, one you’d be proud to show to God when you meet him, one that encapsulates your time down here on little blue. No dick piks please.
I’m only here today because I’ve had a nice encounter with a couple of boys from round my estate: Carlos, 12, and Aaron, 10. There have been rumours circulating about me being a beast so I’ve been avoiding saying hi to the kids until things quiet down. I told you a month or so ago that I had to disable a torpedo who was there to smash on sight. He’s in a homeless hostel now, probably tooting the pipe. Anyway, I find it awkward around kids at the best of times, precisely because of rumours like these, and the current climate we live in, but I decided to befriend them for several minutes. We talked about confectionery and school and stuff. This was just outside my garden. I told them that if they ever needed anything, or found themselves in trouble, to give me a shout. It felt great to offer that thin thread of support to the younger generation. Hopefully, if they ever require anything from me, I won’t be strung out in a darkened room behind a locked door, sweating my tits off on phet or coke, no use to anybody. That would hurt a lot, as I dream of being useful to someone someday, and really making a difference in someone’s life, if at all possible.
Their youthful innocent adventurous presence got me thinking of The Creator, and raised my frequency. I’ve always cherished children. In fact, I have a quirky practice for observing them at play. I widen my vision to maximum and concentrate on the periphery of my sight (Owl Eyes) showcasing their movements in an altered state of perception. Sounds weird and it is, but I see how gracious their movements are this way, they really are God’s best creation. Apart from penicillan, lightbulbs, and internal combustion engines. Not to mention chunky sweet potato chips.
They got me thinking. I have a special collection at home, which I amassed earlier this year. It’s mostly children’s stuff, like teddy bears and comic-based bubble bath and poker sets and the like, anything made with love was the theme at the time. The thing is, I started consuming it myself. Now I want to regrow the trove and start giving it away as gifts to guys like Carlos and Aaron. It didn’t occur to me to offer them something before. My best item is a bespoke £30 fairy folk purse, perfect for a teenage girl.
Do you see what I mean now? Gifts to teenage girls from the strange man off the estate…???
I can’t help it, it’s my generous nature, my younger sister is now too old for such sentimentality. She wants i-phones and Pandora jewelry (I did actually buy her a bracelet once), which both cost a packet. I’m usually so selfish in addiction and recovery that I can’t do anything nice for anyone. It’s true what they say, first you have to start with loving yourself.
Keep motivated peeps x*
*This kiss is a manly kiss, blown off the hand, so you can catch it and transfer to your pocket. It’s not one on the lips or the cheek, as we are not close enough for that yet. Wink-wink.
P.S I’ll fly up your ass later.
