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A circle surrounded by circles around my pinky
The one next to that has the same
My middle finger has an upward swoosh that starts from the left
The one by my thumb has a mountain like design
And my thumb has an upward swoosh like my middle finger
That was my right hand
On my left hand starting at my pinky
a swoosh upward starting from the right on every finger
except for the one next to my pinky which is circles
I use my left thumb to purchase food and drink items in the cafeteria
It can recognize my unique thumb print and identify me by it
Maybe in the future we won't need cash
We can just purchase everything with our thumb print

One cannot walk
this path
that shines
this path
that has been
carved
through the concrete jungles
of lies and deceit
through the rotting smell
of corruption and greed
where there are people
who lurk within
people
who have nothing
but stunted twisted
seedless thoughts
on the need
to keep you
and your children
submissive
compliant
weak
on your knees
so they can feed
on your blood
sweat
and tears

One cannot walk
upon this path
that has been
carved
through the concrete jungle
of lies and deceit
this path
that now shines
dimly
though the falling mist
of broken tears
that lay gently
upon the scattered bones
of those
who stood their ground
who held
their head up high
and carved this path
though the jungle of lies
trying all alone
to put things right
for the young
for those
who have yet to arrive

One cannot
walk this path
that has been carved
though this concrete jungle
of lies and deceit
though the rotting smell
of corruption and greed
one cannot join
those who are left
who stubbornly continue
to walk
this lonely path
that has been carved
by those who came
before them
those
who got off their knees
to carve this path
to help the kids

I think often I wrote this on the 19TH/08/ 2017! 5 hours ago · City of Salford,



Absent seizures, to Anxiety, disassociation to Autism, to disconnect Dyspraxia, And OCD) the English language is atrocious, (baguette) A French loaf” do we speak French, because English, people make no sense to me. Losing balance after all gravity is moving around us, and how the numbers flicker and become mixed up as you are trying to crack codes, then here comes Dyslexia, in simple terms, one cannot spell basic words, does not apply to me.

However, can you get vocal dyslexia? Ie: thinking at such a fast rate the words come out too quick before one has time to think. Furthermore ADD, to my recent research has links to absent seizures. The eyes go funny, you get a feeling of, euphoria, you become hyper IE: Talking fast, becoming confused losing time. Or is the frontal lobe seizure a spiritual awaking out of body experience or neurology related,

OCD, one has unwanted and repeated thoughts, an imagination that can take Steven King, for his money! :-) Anxiety is fear of the unknown I am not “fearless.” I am a risk taker, however, I do not fear heights , A knock on the head is the reason why some people say to the ignorant brainwashed deluded sheep, you need a bang on the head to wake you up.To wake up to reality, to open you're eyes.



Autism, fragile x syndrome has similar traits, I was tested for fragile syndrome as a child, the results came back as a negative, tested for learning disabilities twice came back I do not have a learning disability, I had two doctors mention twice in my childcare files I have autistic traits, but didn’t diagnose me strange. There was mention I used to dissociate myself from reality as a child and went in my own world. What did those people mean by that?

In relation to a conduct disorder that was also mentioned in my child care files, a conduct disorder is Autism, related. Are they worried about diagnosing me with Asperger’s but saying I have it two years ago, if I was diagnosed the Doctors and ones involved will have no choice but to admit they failed me and exploited my human rights!


They talk in riddles, they make no sense, and they talk mumbo jumbo. Due to the lack of insight and incompetence of the healthcare professionals, I force myself to find out the answers myself of hours of extensive research until I get the answers that can be backed up that is not based on hearsay or speculation or exaggeration.

Mum
what is fake news
any news
that tells the truth baby
but why mum
why
because baby
if I start to listen
to the truth
I will start to understand
how ignorant
I really am
and its best
for you to baby
to listen to
fake news
why mum
because baby
if you don't
you will begin to see
the promise I broke
the day you were born
that I intended to keep
but that promise
I made
the day
you were born
is a promise
that's easier to fake
so long
as you believe
what you see on T.V
you will always
be free
from the pain of the truth
that bitter sweet taste
that the freedom
of your future
is to hard
to create

Where is the honor
fighting
for a country
where your women
and your children
cannot even
walk their streets
without fear
Where is the honor
fighting
for a government
that gives you
nothing
but pious words
nothing
but a park bench
cardboard blanket
and a hard pillow
for your wounds
Where is the honor
when you shout
those hollow words
for freedom
for justice
for liberty

That classic revenge movie
Carrie
What if she had not lost it
But shared her talent with the rest of the class
Some talent that could have earned her real respect
Hey guys watch this!
Then make the chalk write by itself on the chalk board
Or raise someone up in the air
She could have sold tickets and made a fortune
Uri Geller used to pretend he had this power
I was a big believer when I was a kid
I think her ability to move large objects was made possible by her revenge
The need to make things right with those who had wronged her
Like making a car swerve and blow up with John Travolta in it
So what about all the kids going back to school
The ones who just can't fit in or don't want to
They don't have Carrie's powers
Which I guess is a good thing
Because if they did this whole country would be one huge blood bath

The pounding of the gavel can be heard
Throughout the land, or so it is said
Nothing but truth here shall be spoke
By no word or action to be misled

Wolf next to lamb he quietly stood
No twitch of lip or blink of eye
Twas nothing there to give away
Truth be said, there was something awry

The judge spoke, his voice so loud
So that all could hear and none in doubt
Decision reached, all truths been told
In this court, none the law shall flout

Matters not whether rich or poor
In life’s station low or held up high
Truth is truth, and the law is law
Without fear or favour judgement to apply

Having lectured on about fair and just
A twitch of lip, a wolf like grin
No surprises there when verdict read
The lamb had lost, the wolf did win

Burger King
Has come to our town
I used to go to the one in Dubuque back in the 90's
I would get the Whopper Jr., small fries, and a small Mello Yello
2.22
I upgraded to a large on Tuesday, August 15
6.90
Quite a difference 21 years makes
ding fries are done
I gotta run
I work at Burger King
Making flame broiled whoppers
I wear paper hats
Would you like an apple pie with that?
Don't touch the fries in hot fat
It really hurts bad
And so do skin grafts
Wait for the bell
Can't hear the bell
Where is the bell?
Ding fries are done!

Today I weep.
You killed my Caucasian sister
You wounded my white and black brethren
But I do not weep for them
No. She died honorably.
Standing up to dead the past,
And all negative representations of it,
Before you mowed her down.
I do not weep for the wounded.
They will wear the battle scars and
Have a story to tell:
The day they escaped a coward's chains
And lived to love again, free.

Why do you insist on making it
Hard to love you? Why do your children
Have to rot in prisons and
Become slaves of the State
Because you choose not to let go of
The hate that fuels your desire to spread
More hatred?
Don't you realize by now,
After one-hundred fifty four years,
In your effort to hurt me
You only hurt yourself?

You are my brothers and sisters.
We are Americans.
You shame us all when you choose
To continue to wear the
Chains of oppression.
You are comfortably bound by
Hatred, practicing an ideology
You proudly teach the youth
Because you hate me more
Than you love your child.
Today, I weep for you.

Can you not see that the love and camaraderie
That exists among and between
Your brethren is stronger than the evil
You claim is part of your heritage?
Still, I cannot hate you.
As much as I hate what you do and I
Hate what you believe and I
Hate that you choose to live in darkness.
I know that if I allow myself to hate you
I become just like you.
That frightens me more than you or
What you believe or
That which you are capable.

I choose to love you.
I love what I know you can be.
I love what I know your children will be,
With time and through the experiences
The whole world has to offer
And just one ounce of the courage
They need to step out into the light.
I love you because my love kills your hate.
Yes, I love you.

I am not a nerd
I am not white
I am not fat
Don't call me Sir
Or Mr.
If you want to call me anything
Mike
That would be best
So I ask what you want
To be respected
Not labeled
To be free to feel good
And not have someone rain on my parade
Peace!