As I was pacing the floor in the cell the guard was not looking at me but she was there to observe me the whole time... and was recording me
apparently, but they reserve the rights to do this when are arrested. It does not give a movie director the right to torment me and drive me insane in
an effort to extract some more "neato stuff" ... like what some people think is prophecy.
I thought that her trying to play that off that was so sickingly silly and annoying... I wanted to puke on her or something but instead I began
I was drunk AND bored.... ok?
With an mischievous side glace at her and I spouted "WAGE WAR ON THE EYE WHICH CANNOT SEE"
People after the fact have taken this to mean the pyramid on the dollar, which is actually very interesting because I had been thinking about the
capitalist system that day and might have even tried talking to it with those black boys sitting in the hall who might have been talking about ways to
These boring idiots. They want to talk about making money with crack and see if I bite into that subject and I'm like "the capitalist system has
designed you to lose" ... and they are like "huh"... ok, whatever- you're right, let's smoke crack.
I'm not 100% positive I have even SEEN real crack.
anyway... Next line... I look up to the ceiling with my head bent way back and say
"DESTROY THE TEMPLE OF EMPTINESS".... again, more reference to capitalist system will made from this.
And then my conscious growls
"BUT WHAT ABOUT THEM IN THE WAKE OF DAMNATION"
and then apprantly I find out I have a counter conscience... huh, what... anyway?
"WELL WHAT ABOUT US? WE CAN'T SEE GOD?"
"DO **WE** COME FROM GOD"
Then the lady rushes in, says "GEt on the bed!"....I immediately walk over to the bed and laid down and they put their hands on me and I said
"DON'T TOUCH ME"... but they wouldn't take their hands off me and then it was just pain and i was screaming and i started seeing soldiers marching
and I knew all was lost and i saw paper all over the place... just meaningless paper falling everywhere. I knew all was lost. I knew I would never
have anything in this world. I knew all my efforts to be a part of this world would fail and I cried and i cried and I cried as they wheeled me out of
the cell in a wheelchair because I was completely dysfunctional at that point.
In less than one year I was set up and incarcerated again for 79 days with a bond of that of someone who tried to kill someone so that there would be
no way that I could go home while they observed me more. All sorts of weird things happened and one thing that always tickles me is that if you dig
around, you will find a picture I hastily drew with an ink pen on yellow note book paper after having a dream in jail... they took it and copied it...
it's with all the other crap in my file. It's not well done, but it was a warning. I didn't know it at the time but I know my guardian will kill me
himself to keep people from messing with me. I have even asked him to. I did not know it at the time but the picture i drew was of me and my
guardian.... and our enemies.