Is what I probably should've titled my last communique...them, the voices here with me who have crossed before me...who speak to me in both my deaf and right-good-bad-ear. And now, today, the howling of wolves and coyetes...they've moved in and now hear,(as I meant to spell it) to listen to all the day...the 7th day of December 2010. I have listened to them closely and am saddened by their crys. So I have cryed with them. As I listen to them who speak to me - I shall listen to the sounds of my kindred four-legged cousins...
...my kindred sound harmed, are betrayed and beaten, while trying to change and adjust to a whole new world of change...folks, are not getting it. I just suspect such...
...Lord, knows how my Spirits, mind, heart and the all of my being is beaten and wearing. Warring. It's more than a feeling that folks are truly not getting the maddness brewing between mine ears.
Nausea is sky high this afternoon. The dizzy spell has it's grips about my size 8 skull. At the moment I perspire in cool surroundings. Wait. It's actually quite cold considering I'm a Florida boy...and I sit here perspiring and crying in cool room. Is it for my kindred or is it for me and my voices. I think I know...
The desire to brand increases...I want to smell the familiar scent of my flesh burning and listen to the pops of my skin as the brand is pressed atop the last brand. The Sign of The Fish...don't ask. Please, just don't ask me what it was...
There's so much aflutter...so I'm listening to my Stevie Nicks, singing to me and trying her best at enchanting my Spirits...aflutter? Yes.
Lord, knows...
p.s. For the first time, yesterday I was called a Mute. No. I don't know yet.
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