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.
