A MOCKERY OF THE TRUE EVALUATION OF A PERSON’S THRILING COMPOSITION AND HIS/HER MARVELOUS MINDSET

A scrutiny of a Mr. John Thomas

Himself
Age 5 years until

Schools
Simpleton Elementary
Idiot Junior High
Exceedingly Stupid High School

Teachers
Incompetent (some)
Clue could have taught them but they refused
Logical approach, No, but still used in a pattern of teaching
Bias – discriminatory actions
Could not teach a piglet how to shit outside his asshole
Detrimental
Conflict in action 365
Full of Shit
Resentment
No Violence Just Mock Them
Yes – Did you get it? – Here comes the walking joke!
Yes
Lousy instructor, lost in the past, not worth listening to or worth hiring

Demeaned THEM (WHO is THEM?)
Worst shit on earth
Prevent learning

Recreation
Don’t need None … Stay at HOME out of Sight and Mind! You are too BRIGHT!

Family History and People
Question until YOU die – Good People what is THAT? Intermediate Family what is that who comes with a stone behind their back and a smile of triumph as they pass you by for we have conquered you in secret with the populace for they are the HATE and we took money and the Hurrah for we are better are we not? We are not close are we extended family, we drive by each day and you are not known but you profess a kinship but have stoned to death the lives of care, love, gentle and sweetness. Need some fertilizer for something? We can get anything we want all, we do is smile and low roll! You have robbed, robbed, until the day of death become a joy when it finally comes.

SIBLING HISTORY GOOD INTERLOCK ? We don’t need to know WORLD do we? In each corner is John and I, as we watch each parody becomes true as the Act 1 commences around each. I and John, not the sights as the troubadour and clown expresses the long suffering and watch the threat becomes a menace as the thought of money freshens the air and the big wolf opens his jaws and shows fangs of huge terror.

PARENTS
On defense for teaching their child to work hard, study and OBEY THE LAW AND RULES. A very pleasing event is it not….everyone else is perfection itself … we don’t need counselors, doctors or female or male hygiene spray do we? Mine are clean…what about yours … I know they need something! I have a good oratory facilitated trained nosal that detects many scintillating scents and flavors. Here, they go with the dismal thought that the parents were abusive, unloving, distant and uncaring…I like to laugh and state I found pictures that depicted a story contrary to the idiocy that floods the rooms of gossip of a demeaned, slavish conduct to being a what?, all we can see is tell us anything of a fabricated nature and we will traverse it everywhere and says it the TRUTHHH! Parental figure substitutes Grandmother, Aunt, Uncles, Brother, Sister all gone who helped paved the way to good training and good conduct and all treated suspiciously for they (the m.) act a wrong, with a plot of hate that struck them down as cutting knife of intent with a reason as to why??? Throbbing in the day and night!!!

WORK
WE … JOHN and the one writing this paper work too damn hard to let a fight escape our eye for we see a liar for what he or she is….disguise and hide our afflictions! Why don’t you? We are too good to be true. Everyone believes that the “No Odor” is true!

WORK ENVIRONMENT
Is a bitch! They travel in packs leaving a stinking roll of shit wherever they go and say its truth and gospel. Poor John and someone hates this shit but have to hear it over and over for the minute of a mind cannot stand on a dime. Anyone is Einstein for a joke is them and they are highest of the gentry so they think and excellent minds wobble and gobble the muck and put it all in everyone repertoire, speech and credibility if all agree.

HATE
Hate is the essence of a lazy zit who cannot be what they want for someone stopped them at hello and looked and rode the wild roaring fire of resentment and cemented the thought that they erred when a blink of eye looked at them with lips tight and mean and said you, yourself and anyone with your ass.

Emotional trouble is they for they are not themselves because someone used them liked a wore out played dog and touted tomorrow an aging spout is shit as was yesterday when it was young. We couldn’t help it but laugh for a tickle is riding in a mind of different and mean because she and he don’t need restorative rest but you will as you kiss every f. ass to survive. For the wind in the willows look at each and say I don’t have shit to say and told someone do like us look, sigh and say “mum” the word for the structure is bent against him and her anyway it goes. Personal honor escapes us all for we are not yellow with skids of shit of dirt in our ass are we that we leave on the toilet for spite and hate that they have not thought of a fight unless they drug, conspire to kick an ass that is overwhelmed by the masses of illiterate people who think they can call the shots and commits us to living in massacre, rape and rubble in a budding country destroyed by those of a brain count (cell or just gray useless matter) of what? The answer is in the website…I am not in anything with you…I opted out a long time ago and you are on your own with your smart courageous self, physical abusive and verbal rah rah rah.

A PARODY CONTINUES
For John and I look at each other as they use phone, text message to watch the m.f. they want to hurt but f.m. is watching and trying to step and step and lay back for cool is the way and watching their manipulations will land them in a cell of bars that cry welcome back, you are never going anyway. Treated us bad as hell, laughed, mocked by the all, students, parents taught their offspring how to be modeled citizens and left us to pay for their shit.

CHURCHES
We are better than the both for we lied and carried on as each stone lives and not believe in the philosophy of God because they are not included in the all that God loves. Does anyone feel uncomfortable…no, because they have turned a sprout or two in a field of dirt and said we can do everything that person does and we feel swell in our conceit, we found a way to crush, keep a person down, we are not uncomfortable, we are strong, we don’t believe that a true believer can walk with God and try to withstand the all…for we are the sin and blight and worse than Judas himself. For any sin brought forth in the eyes, nostrils of God in his temple is blasphemy and the contempt and anger is against those who dared, who dared, who dared to say this is his way.

It interesting how the times fly when a looking and gathering of ideas, become a parasitic approach to taking over and summarizing a person who just cannot understand life is what you make of it, gifts of creativity are not to be given to those who think themselves above the rest when they started with shit like everybody else

Felicia McCaw
The Monitor and Watcher
of the
Play of Hideous Behavior

Black Incubus

A mood prevails as the night begins its play

Christening each thought the mellow begans its walk

Strolling down the walk as the prevailing story unravels and the truth floats by

Marshall to sight is the blessed event begins to mimic a thought, a gesture, a play circling wide and far the imagination begins its herald and serenade of a love untrue but hot as fire breaths between

Suffocating with the mind the image flays a path of heat winding as serpent

For indeed the Black Incubus is a necessity, a glory, a parade as its own melody of song, music divine as the walk call

Crashing against thoughts of pride it battles, battles the wall of pride and yet

Compelled by a known the battle engrossed means a crescendo of majestic thunder of feeling of throbbing want

Who is, what is, what are, who are the melodious, insidious and succulent prey of delight

Black Incubus are you known as a man or an image of true melody of symphony

Crafted by the storm the eyes dwell involved as the heart sings so sweet

Crashing symbols flashed with songs of madness and began, I end, I live, I feel divine as the truth flows and say I know, I’m sorry Black Incubus for the bird remains free

By

Felicia McCaw