Coffee and Breakfast: What Is The Question?

Day 1,548

I am beyond tired this morning, emotionally drained of all energy, stiff and sore – tired.  It is done with intent as a way to force me back to one.

I would rather be seen with hair loss, skin peeling off my face, enormous circles under my eyes, looking like a homeless person than give in to a lesser.

I would never degrade another person as a means to control them it only speaks to their inability to grasp the larger picture.

Yogurt with fresh fruit and Melba toast for me, order whatever you want or feel hungry for.  The pressure on my stomach has forced me into lack of desire and imagination for food variety and creations.  Honestly, would like a proper cup of tea and coffee, and it is important to cleanse the palate with clean, good, clear water.

This is being asked of me, I saw him yesterday, normally I would like to write this in a separate piece so that you can see the organization of my brain.  However, priorities, it is more important that I get this written than anything else.

What is the question?

There is a difference between me feeling someone in my brain and it applying to me or feeling reciprocal in return.  There is a difference between me caring about a person, or idea, or thought, or agenda, or issue, or way of thinking, or anything else, and having that apply or being applicable to me.

There is a difference.  So, what is the actual question?  What is being asked of me?  Did you want to know something?  If so, then what is your question?  Believe me I am in no shortage of opinions, beliefs, or ability to speak.

What is the question?

There has been an ill-planned design and thought process of – a competition.  I am putting an end to it.  Freedom of choice is one of America’s greatest virtues.  I would not deny another individual the right to choose it will no longer be done to me.

All the stories will have to wait as this is more important.  They will all understand.  When they read this, they will understand, I’ve seen them.

There is a picture of the utmost disgusting, degrading, filthy, and criminally suggestive that is displayed to me while at work.

A girl in a blow-up pool filled with water and other children, her arm down out of view making it appear as though her hand is in the water suggesting something sexual while an adult woman with brunette hair in a red swimsuit, exposed cleavage supervises the children with the verbage rainbow ring play center.

I am beyond words at my disgust.

This my friends, fellow co-workers, employer, former employers, family, friends, people I have seen and heard, and people of the entire world has been my homework for so many years.

This is extremely difficult for me as it is so upsetting I can barely manage words.  This picture is a copy-cat.  This picture is a deception.  This picture has been my re-education, teaching, and training.

This essentially has been my homework.  I do not accept it.

Murphy, my stout-hearted boy who has not had the same life as Maurice and Lambert, I have seen go out of his way to make sure Maurice learned or discovered play.  Running around the house together, I could almost see Murphy saying this is play now your turn.  Maurice said, wow, this is playing it is so much fun.  Let’s do it again!  Lambert is grateful to Murphy, as well as, it gives him a break from having to be ever-vigilant.  Lambert works so hard.

Buckle up.

Beautiful = U Be At U Fil.

I love you.  I will only use the v for this example.  V = turn it upside down.  It can be a symbol.  It can be an ear.  It could be a gem.  It can be one half of a diamond.  It can be a directional indicator.  I could go on…