Writing.

Looking at what I write to see if I can figure out what I missed.

My personality is a mental disorder.

I actually enjoy doing the CE5 protocols. You know working to contact aliens.

I love long discussions about stuff.

The operative word being long.

I love discussions that start somewhere and go everywhere.

Like I write.

I’m ADHD.

There used to be this thing that people used to do called commenting.

I get very few comments, and almost no conversation.

Apparently the idea if conversing with me scares the shit out of people.

Or

They just don’t know what the fuck to say.

I get most people aren’t hip to talking with themselves through me. Before I realized it was what I had done my entire life, I would have fucked me off.

I get that I got this coming.

My last wife, the one who thinks she owns my soul, I wish I was making that up.

She gave me a zodiac reading that shocked the shit of her, yet I wasn’t impressed.

Then she gave me a tarot reading that shocked the shit out of her, yet I wasn’t impressed.

Do you get where this going?

I do.

I wouldn’t have believed empaths exist until I realized I was one. The same thing about telepaths and mediums and other shit people can do.

However, I’ve had too many experiences with others to ever doubt myself.

Are you gonna go my way by Lenny Kravitz is playing. The song he said was the Christ singing.

Under pressure by Queen and Bowie just started.

This world is under pressure.

Some crack under pressure.

Some need pressure to wake the fuck up.

I’m never more at peace than when it’s a shit storm from all sides.

At peace like this, I’m jello.

Shaky but still holds it’s form.

Have a blessed one and be excellent on purpose.