Broke the Law, handle the Star.
"Tin stars. baby" MAA stated to the unknown. "You confessed it all to the Tin stars." MAA stated to his real wife. I did not care about the law, because I had back up. My ship was just off orbit a bit. It was hiding waiting to take me and Brooke to Mars. Yes, it would not end the Martian trip. But the law got in way of your little love affair.
His wife was not scared of anything but the Law. And for good reason. She was guilty. Guilty as it comes. A killer from the womb. I was shown many multiple lives of my wife.
"I cried and cried when I saw it." MAA said sobbing. During a cry spell. Anything could trigger it. A TV show, a real TV show or a commercial or most especially some "super hero" movie.
The crying spells were satisfying and welcoming. Nothing felt depressed about them in nature. It was all just an emotion being present.
When the Law comes into your home. You don't quite feel the same way about your home after they leave. The real problem is not having the Law but trying to get the Law to leave your loving home. When I went away for the third time it was not doing it the easy way and any stretch. It was doing it the hard way. That is for sure. When I went on to a neighbors yard and they called 911 on me. It was not my fault. It was the solution that was presented. The solution was the Law. It was all too easy to just blame my wife for all or my crimes. But this time I had them all over me. I went on to a neighbors yard and it was a splendid yard. The house was the goal. And getting in was were it was going to be heaven sent. I was told to go the the house by the Law themselves. They were communicating with me via "in my head" telepathy.
"Baby, only half the law is with us." Brooke warned me frequently. The Law was being recruited by Brooke herself off camera. In between my takes. I was not always on the "TV Show" just the good parts. I would have to tell her that the TV was my idea. It was transparency and that all that mattered. The whole planet was on trial. And I was the show man. The reason the planet was sparred ultimate destruction.
There was a trial and an execution. I was sent here to inhabit MAA's body and find out what happened to his lovely family. The planet was home to serial killers. All of them. They found out what the holodeck was doing and started "killing" who they wanted. I thought my family was sort of against me. I was the lone hold out. Not killing in there "serial killer" ways. That's why I was sent here to fix the problem. This is the weirdness. And the unsettling of being Bipolar. You believe it. It all makes sense. One small thing can happen and the proof is in the pudding. It all made sense in my brain. I juggled all the whys and hows that... came out. My life could not be a mundane life on planet Earth.
But the greater calling of a ET Cowboy looking for justice. The other personas fit neatly as a package, I believed. It was all grand, visual and fun at the same time. I talked to people "Off camera" and sometimes openly. My real wife and family became concerned when I was talking to people in another dimension. Full conversations no problem. Yes full conversations, no problem. This was completely satisfying. The conversations were truly great. It was no me making up things but relating fulling to an unknown entity in a fully normal way.
"Better than cell phones, baby." MAA stated to the unknown caller.
I didn't need a cell just call up anyone. Most people had the power but would not admit it openly. This was the duplicitous nature of the delusion. Time stretched and food stretched. And of course sleep stretched or the lack of needed sleep. This became a problem. Not needing sleep with in the hospital or not. Now the medication put me to sleep. But then "nothing" put me to sleep. The relentless energy just kept coming. Especially at night. Night itself was a blanket of fun and excitement.
" Sleep optional baby. Diet optional also." Brooke kept telling me I did not need food where I came from originally. I did not fully believer her. But I was on a major weight loss and it would end up about fifty-three pounds worth. I thought I held my weight well. I was thinner when I left hospital.
"Weight loss proves diet optional, baby." MAA stated to his real wife.
"Soon you will be living on air." MAA's real wife retorted. The real wife was plain tired of MAA and his deep voice. The Bipolar made me feel confident and not vulnerable. Yes, it was awesomeness.
When the law is in your home, you take notice. That's for sure. It is very unsettling. But for MAA it was the future. Of course the law is coming. I am deciding the fate of the planet. And the Law doesn't like it. I always cooperate with the "Tin Stars" I never said no.
"Please leave." I stated to the police in my kitchen. They were there checking up on me. It was something that happens when you come form mental hospitals. I thought it was just what my delusion called, "The Plan." It was all planned. And nothing surprised me. I handled it all too well. Blood tests and vitals all would not alarm me. Shots and nurses picking fights with me. All just part of "Cutting Treaties." With the natives of the this planet.
By the way, earth was not even earth. It was a platter orbiting Venus and no one was told that but me. The sun changed only slightly. In the afternoon you could tell the most it was not a planet. Flat earthers had it right. Some how.
"Yes, my son. You are not on earth, for your protection." The High Counsel would state to me. This was a frequent conversation with the unknown callers.
"Yes, it is me. No...well...I'm here now. Oh please." MAA could go on for hours pretend talking. It was all real to him. It would even just listen for a while also, nodding quietly. MAA loved watching nature shows.
"Yes, nature shows they showed you best of the planet. Better than the serial killer humans. Most are in sex slavery camps anyways. No hope for most of the billions." MAA could go reciting numbers and stories.
"You better be writing this down." MAA would state. My real name well it wasn't MAA or Mytris Dyson. And especially not Thanos. But John Kincade. Yes, John like from the book. The bible. I read John out loud because it was the Christmas Book. JK rolling. Yeah having a bit of fun here.
"The word made flesh." It was Christmas my best time of year. And the greatest tale yet to come the Christmas multi dimensional celebration where go old "Satan" deceived the entire planet on worshiping a odd Christmas tree.
"They perverted Christmas, because they loved you. Satan." Brooke stated to me and my best friend. Who started talking to me over the headset. Yes, voices in my head but all to real.
"Yeah, dawg...you got it dawg." MAA would voice out loud the words he heard. This happened sometimes. It felt good while doing it. It was like I was showing off or something.
Armageddon Christmas the greatest love story.
Coming right up. Crazy than you can know. "Dawg." MAA retorted.
"Tin stars. baby" MAA stated to the unknown. "You confessed it all to the Tin stars." MAA stated to his real wife. I did not care about the law, because I had back up. My ship was just off orbit a bit. It was hiding waiting to take me and Brooke to Mars. Yes, it would not end the Martian trip. But the law got in way of your little love affair.
His wife was not scared of anything but the Law. And for good reason. She was guilty. Guilty as it comes. A killer from the womb. I was shown many multiple lives of my wife.
"I cried and cried when I saw it." MAA said sobbing. During a cry spell. Anything could trigger it. A TV show, a real TV show or a commercial or most especially some "super hero" movie.
The crying spells were satisfying and welcoming. Nothing felt depressed about them in nature. It was all just an emotion being present.
When the Law comes into your home. You don't quite feel the same way about your home after they leave. The real problem is not having the Law but trying to get the Law to leave your loving home. When I went away for the third time it was not doing it the easy way and any stretch. It was doing it the hard way. That is for sure. When I went on to a neighbors yard and they called 911 on me. It was not my fault. It was the solution that was presented. The solution was the Law. It was all too easy to just blame my wife for all or my crimes. But this time I had them all over me. I went on to a neighbors yard and it was a splendid yard. The house was the goal. And getting in was were it was going to be heaven sent. I was told to go the the house by the Law themselves. They were communicating with me via "in my head" telepathy.
"Baby, only half the law is with us." Brooke warned me frequently. The Law was being recruited by Brooke herself off camera. In between my takes. I was not always on the "TV Show" just the good parts. I would have to tell her that the TV was my idea. It was transparency and that all that mattered. The whole planet was on trial. And I was the show man. The reason the planet was sparred ultimate destruction.
There was a trial and an execution. I was sent here to inhabit MAA's body and find out what happened to his lovely family. The planet was home to serial killers. All of them. They found out what the holodeck was doing and started "killing" who they wanted. I thought my family was sort of against me. I was the lone hold out. Not killing in there "serial killer" ways. That's why I was sent here to fix the problem. This is the weirdness. And the unsettling of being Bipolar. You believe it. It all makes sense. One small thing can happen and the proof is in the pudding. It all made sense in my brain. I juggled all the whys and hows that... came out. My life could not be a mundane life on planet Earth.
But the greater calling of a ET Cowboy looking for justice. The other personas fit neatly as a package, I believed. It was all grand, visual and fun at the same time. I talked to people "Off camera" and sometimes openly. My real wife and family became concerned when I was talking to people in another dimension. Full conversations no problem. Yes full conversations, no problem. This was completely satisfying. The conversations were truly great. It was no me making up things but relating fulling to an unknown entity in a fully normal way.
"Better than cell phones, baby." MAA stated to the unknown caller.
I didn't need a cell just call up anyone. Most people had the power but would not admit it openly. This was the duplicitous nature of the delusion. Time stretched and food stretched. And of course sleep stretched or the lack of needed sleep. This became a problem. Not needing sleep with in the hospital or not. Now the medication put me to sleep. But then "nothing" put me to sleep. The relentless energy just kept coming. Especially at night. Night itself was a blanket of fun and excitement.
" Sleep optional baby. Diet optional also." Brooke kept telling me I did not need food where I came from originally. I did not fully believer her. But I was on a major weight loss and it would end up about fifty-three pounds worth. I thought I held my weight well. I was thinner when I left hospital.
"Weight loss proves diet optional, baby." MAA stated to his real wife.
"Soon you will be living on air." MAA's real wife retorted. The real wife was plain tired of MAA and his deep voice. The Bipolar made me feel confident and not vulnerable. Yes, it was awesomeness.
When the law is in your home, you take notice. That's for sure. It is very unsettling. But for MAA it was the future. Of course the law is coming. I am deciding the fate of the planet. And the Law doesn't like it. I always cooperate with the "Tin Stars" I never said no.
"Please leave." I stated to the police in my kitchen. They were there checking up on me. It was something that happens when you come form mental hospitals. I thought it was just what my delusion called, "The Plan." It was all planned. And nothing surprised me. I handled it all too well. Blood tests and vitals all would not alarm me. Shots and nurses picking fights with me. All just part of "Cutting Treaties." With the natives of the this planet.
By the way, earth was not even earth. It was a platter orbiting Venus and no one was told that but me. The sun changed only slightly. In the afternoon you could tell the most it was not a planet. Flat earthers had it right. Some how.
"Yes, my son. You are not on earth, for your protection." The High Counsel would state to me. This was a frequent conversation with the unknown callers.
"Yes, it is me. No...well...I'm here now. Oh please." MAA could go on for hours pretend talking. It was all real to him. It would even just listen for a while also, nodding quietly. MAA loved watching nature shows.
"Yes, nature shows they showed you best of the planet. Better than the serial killer humans. Most are in sex slavery camps anyways. No hope for most of the billions." MAA could go reciting numbers and stories.
"You better be writing this down." MAA would state. My real name well it wasn't MAA or Mytris Dyson. And especially not Thanos. But John Kincade. Yes, John like from the book. The bible. I read John out loud because it was the Christmas Book. JK rolling. Yeah having a bit of fun here.
"They perverted Christmas, because they loved you. Satan." Brooke stated to me and my best friend. Who started talking to me over the headset. Yes, voices in my head but all to real.
"Yeah, dawg...you got it dawg." MAA would voice out loud the words he heard. This happened sometimes. It felt good while doing it. It was like I was showing off or something.
Armageddon Christmas the greatest love story.
Coming right up. Crazy than you can know. "Dawg." MAA retorted.
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