A point, that's what I have. Differential by warcraft attempt---psychic anarchy! A skill unrecognized, and disrespected by legislature and bureacracy. It's what man did when they died, by creating myths,went out from beyond what that which was accepted and made it better. The world. I am a sorcerer, when NASA's RADARIS isn't hurting me, that is. I have a lot of words on my mind, and a lot of time on my hands, a computer in front of me and an interesting pique of my own consciousness,sublime
Tuesday, December 15, 2020
Threat Perception Schizophrenic
Sunday, December 6, 2020
Sorcery and Moderna
Therapy Mood Discord
Tuesday, December 1, 2020
Therapy Observation Accord
Tuesday, November 24, 2020
Mirror, mine
Monday, November 23, 2020
Procuring Attack Abatement: Health
Saturday, November 21, 2020
Balancing Surveillance
Thursday, November 19, 2020
Of Life, and Change
Thursday, August 13, 2020
Conformity at crisis
In June of 2007, I was diagnosed with schizo-affective disorder: a form of schizophrenia. The mind and body are a record and the mind speaks eloquently of what it learned: in this life if cognizant or that one, of a previous life if becoming conscious. Becoming conscious is a type of conformity to wit, and a form of eloquent cognizance if learned. Conformity is the practice of secrecy socially, yet being schizo-affective interferes with the consciousness focus at interims of eloquence. A
I have is a desire to be understood. I have been through a transformation of voice. I am now conformity of family, and secrecy of not one sibling or cousin unto mine own heart. I seek improvement,yet have led a reckless life in search of family, yet not of the family put together by parents. This means we were their family, and I yet disagree with what we learned. I probably always will. I should have been taught better hygiene, better commonality, and intrinsic respect for the family we were left with. I ought have been raised to be a sister, not the youngest sibling that struggled to admire her older sister. Here is where I meet family, online at platform six.
Oops, schizophrenic again. Dearly I have loved my mother, dearly I love my father, and dearly was my sister loved. Yet, there is causation of blame and accord which disrupt a pattern, vocally, which discriminates toward my sister. It is a belief issue, and in my improvement-seeking I no longer dwell excessively in an aggressive voice acquired at discipline disobediently. I have been sinister with my sister, and to her disadvantage vocally. She doesn't miss me is what I fear, seeking her own ambiguity in the nation we each reside within. Her her torment, I imagine to lead Hawaii, mine is the aptitude to concede at voice the loneliness of my heart at platform three; to the national assembly.
Platform is the nation's secretive communication study of me, the nation's witch, kahuna, psychic. This secret, I withhold from my family because platform is of Nicaragua design. Then we are each related to Antennae labor at design labor implementation. Of this, I can type, yet here, my voice concedes, I am in conflict. Conflict because I am schizo-affective is what ECHO:208234776 believe. Conflict be hard I mediate in international concerns is what the family does know.