Start Yelling!

No, "talk." That was the lonesome command to me at radar. 13 countries knew, and four marines. 

The electric shock coursed through my being, I was being jilted; my boys were at mimi's, I was at Sentra and there was no telling where my soon to be ex-husband was. 

"Now!" I had yelled to that black nurse: I wanted to use the restroom, and her predjucided sissyfication calling me to wait did not go unabated. 

I must have blacked out, there were six or more nurses holding me down. "I must look like the excorcist," I could have thought, yet exhaled "I can't breathe." Slowly the nurses released me at the same time of my consciousness' returning allowing some relief. I was bruised all over. What just happened? 

I can finish at implication, or end this now. Yet, if 13 countries did know, will it end?

Me

Infinitely, absorbed affect absorption effect at and abound in all of my senses are all an abomination chronic to my chronological mind. 

Literal to the symphony, spotted like a beat yet chronic to the chronography of my befeat their mind does oppose me.

Not with tasting, nor the smell but of tongue tastes' more is the cry heard: mutually hear, mutually see, but of one event. That's to surveillance me.

Ideally the goal, yet to be revealed is to accomplish some sort of deal.  

Riots on land

Screamed, screeched, cheered and jeered! Death becomes subject to comment of. The guile of rapport, echoed from their unlawful destiny of rape and destitution; warmongering until death returns to claim them. Hawaiians galore, at report, astutely requesting death of migrants, refugees, and finally,; a resident commander. Of absolute: 29% survivors of calamity, weapon. Yet unlearned, and unskilled are these locals; hateful at the behest of foreigners of international boundaries declared. 

Threat Perception Schizophrenic

Diagnosed with schizo-affective disorder, I always perceive heightened offensive threats on abilify. Dark concerns emerge, and it heightens my mood into supremacy. 

Schizophrenics have heightened experiences with anti-psychotic drugs, is what I observe at candor amongst those whom reside within my house for dual-diagnosis qualified tenants, who are and really aren't my friends. Perceiving duality, of rational and mood-stabilized individuals is met with the usual apathy; yet we are seers, and psychic. We disagree, yet discern.

Sorcery and Moderna

I knew the work of His. In Ancient times, he was a pharoah to laboratory: yet let me explain. I can see, yet not hear. His soul, occupied remains to kill mine. I can hear this, screeching tumult of labelling attacks only four nights away from where I am. His nears, but are weak, and weakened from wars previous.

I make Moderna supply, fill. I grow trees to make what goes inside. Others grow weary, with no promise of innoculating. They are petchulant and sorcerers too, which contaminate His lab and my medicine. 

Therapy Mood Discord

I went into the psychiatrists building chipper. I had no mention of seeing spirits, yet he was kin to one that I am with. He believed I was not seeing.

Therapy Observation Accord

One day, I went in to the therapists office, and secluded nothing. I was fixated on peril, and ought not have yet to shout out the fears overwhelming me. I went onward, until my voice was recognized. I was heard, could hear, and was speaking nothing symptomatic! I was elated, yet wanted appeal to hope. This was therapy, day one from anxiety improvement.