#jingle bread

Have your been a good pony this year?

Well there is a war coming to this shore with Islam—been seeing visions and receiving visitations from Allah since the summer. Today a fresh wave of get out, get to Mexico. I got close. Reasons to complicated to explain today, I ended up in Chicago. Yup. Here it comes. 

It’s Halloween. Glad the season’s coming to an end, though it’s been a good one. Ready for the gentler die of November. 

I want safety bad. I think you understand. I keep this on lock because it’s just too weird. I’m so ready to go. 

I’m sick of pretending like this has been okay. America’s not a reason to lead. It’s just because I need to go. I’m really safe in my home today but it’s getting to the point where I can tell—things are closing. I’ve gotta move. I’ve gotta get away. I never meant to hurt anybody. I just want you to know: I’m going to tell. And I’m going to tell it all. That’s it. Try me. I want to see if you’re still watching. And listening. And following. Take me down. Are you out there? Thanks for everything. 

Anything is better than tell me no. 

I’m trying for my life to be where I’m at. Doing enough. Cutting the tribes into two. I’ve got one miracle: ‘cation. Stay with me dude. I’m not into your game.

I’m sad because it’s not fun any more to pretend like I’m getting what I need. 

I was really sick of you and now I’m not. 

Here’s what I need to say: face the truth. I’m sorry. I’m not going to play. I’m not into freedom. It’s not what you think it is. 

I want my life to be more than thanks. You meant a lot to me. 

I want truth. I want proof. I want more. I need to go now. Any day dude. Any day.