memory 253: in the cattle train ...........

june 06, 2009 I could see it all in one instant blood all over the walls .....they had been trying to get rid of the couch in the on-line video(s) right in front of my face . People were slightly hysterical at one point Frances showed up for the parties all the local satanists where holding ."Mo-Mo" parties where they would mock me and beat up a pinata version of myself. I followed all the doves to lead me where I needed to go the second night I was there , they lead me to trinity street to a bar/salon. I went in and Richard Linklater was there, he's partly hispanic . So for some reason that meant in his sick head he needed to corrupt people for Satan. " Shrugging shoulders." Rick Ross and someone whom l'd never met before came in from the back and gave me "Jon Stewart's" promotional card which I made a phone call to him from my cell-phone. I hadn't slept well for three days at Hi! Austin ( the hostile, satan liked them for some reason) I have also stayed at the house of the rising sun in New Orleans, that's not the name but were my "adoptive" father wrote the song for the animals. I had to slept in front of the camera because after the first night , I was strangled , suffocated, and beaten. They were trying to kill me they tried breaking off my nose and neck . The Picket-fence cartel ....Jordan I hated her . About 75 to a hundred dollars where stolen out of my private belongings . The only places I ever went on my "CRUSADE" besides the street which no i have never been a whore ever in my life the things that happened in my childhood was slavery and still I had to go through it again for an illegal immigrant and some crazy white assholes. At the mall people where whispering about Dave's murder. My mind felt like I was in a fog at moments, some-how people knew I was pregnant, I didn't believe them till I started to miscarriage about 6 months later . Some people from El Paso followed me there and stalked me through the streets ,mall, and hostile. So here I was in the middle of some the sickest shit since the Indian and Jewish Holocaust, Nicole my mothers boyfriend's daughter was postponing the eventual drive to the Bus station , I could tell she had been pimping her children out to Jon Stewart. I wanted to rip her neck off even while we drove. But I couldn't, I had to keep calm and and did my breathing excercises to keep my anxiety and anger at bay. If I freaked out I could be put in a hospital and stranded in Austin. That was the last place I needed to "just kick it". No wonder the lodgers all begin to scurry about . I wanted to shove a hot needle into this one bitches brain. They told each other stories about going kyacking with Dave Grohl's credit card. An hour and half later we were in her van with her two younger daughters and her scum of a husband. I could feel her mind grinding trying to figure out what to do when their whole plan had turned into bunk . I called to the principalities and powers , I prayed to my dearly beloved. Then an alert warning came on the radio that a 5.8 hurricane had just formed and was about to hit the gulf coast. Four state troopers had been following us. I could feel Chamuel's mark all over this push to move me out of Austin. The state troopers saw Nicole try to change lanes so then they surrounded her on all four corners . My teeth felt like they where about to crack. I wondered what happened to Barack, then that lead me to satellites. One if I could demand by authority as Goddess to drop the biggest satellite to fall on Washington D.C. In latin I commanded the Orbs to let go of them and let them into the earth. But I stopped it just before it broke through the atmosphere. The van stopped , I looked up at the bus-terminal. It seemed I had never seen anything so beautiful.