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. 

Thursday, March 21, 2019

Missing my children

It has been six years since someone handed my children illegally to their dad. I miss you two, in case you find this. You too Frazier, not really. But I am glad you are alive. Give me a call, children. I love you both!