May 7, 2019: READ: Prison Is A Powerless Place

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May 7, 2019

Give him kisses on the tops of his feet, from me.  Kisses on the tops of his feet, not his toes, not his heels, not the bottom of his feet, before the arch and at the base of his toes, give him kisses from me.  He has a lot of work to do, he might not entirely know how much work he needs to do in his head, on himself, but he has a lot of work to do.  You should let him work with me.  Of course, if I write it and tell people then they just do the opposite, but he has a lot of work to do on himself.  He would benefit from working with me.

You realize the majority of unsolved crimes lie – not code, it is just English, it is the English language and nothing more – in prisons and jails with criminals convicted of other crimes.  Their families and loved ones do not get closure and answers because these crimes are unsolved.  That is a reason to work with convicted felons, to solve unsolved crimes.

I was not embarrassed by humbling myself eating kisses for this man in prison.  You should let his family know I was not embarrassed, let the families of his victims know, I was not embarrassed to humble myself before him and others, so he would have a memory for the rest of his life.

Yes, I saw him, I saw the real Hannibal Lecter, in an instant, my mind however, was already at work, so who was there and not in the building?  Yes, since moving here church and Sunday services have lost meaning to me.  A lot of it has to do with this complex.  I don’t really get to feel like myself.

Boots, the girl in pink and boots from the movie Bandits, is me, Aunt Bootsy from the movie Rush Hour, these are all just references to the horse that stepped on my foot when I was taking horseback riding lessons.  The horse didn’t hurt my foot, I had boots on.

His feet and my boots are not the same.  He might not quite get the kisses on his feet, it might take a few days for him to get it, understand it, realize the pain and hurt.  It’s where his hurt is, on his feet.  Give him kisses from me.  On his feet.

He is a soulful man; I am not sure he would agree with that.  He has a lot of work to do.  He is at least willing to search within himself.  And, it does look like he would be able to help.

I am not sure why, nor am I sure he knows quite the reason why the scene of the man, Daniel from the movie Collateral getting shot in the head is so disturbing to him.  He sees me there, he sees others there, and he has regrets, and there is something more just from that scene.

They’re out to get your house from the movie, Up, is just my head, my brain.  And be careful because Charles Muntz’s character is a good guy, getting the bad guy.  Just as Cherith is Juntao from Rush Hour, and Shan Yu in Mulan, I am Death, I am in their heads, I was already in their heads before any alterations took place to my body.

We tried to smoke Kevin out from the movie Up, probably just means people were using my brother to get my mind and brain back to the place I was before my fiancé ruined the functioning of my brain-speaking, where I was just a natural, brain-talker, thinker.  It really is no judgement on smoking or not, it is about using my brother, and it wouldn’t work, uh, duh.  Gross.  Just think about it for a minute.  Gross.  That is not a handler, it’s a brain thing, and it is not that difficult.

Prison is a powerless place.  That alone is difficult to deal with, live with, and not to have understood before they, he, or anyone got there, to prison.

Prison, jail, is a powerless place.

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