Do I even hate the voice inside of me, perhaps I do…It seems as though they are in love with a person that hates the dickens out of you. I call them Zeus. They are closer than we think. Right there in our faces. Peeping, jumping and showing off to humanly bodies and to the world…
All-day a man I call Zeus follows me, telling me I have no way to go besides you. Really, well I have decided from day two, you are not welcome on me anymore. Stop dreaming about me and stop thinking of touching my naked body.
Always a shame to expose my self knowing that this thing is not adhering to human beings’ rules. One man ticking and the other man humping imaging what to do with the sexual rules.
Enough that my uncle was accused of provocation and the victim roams around with the bundle
Zeus, it is, accusing everybody.
Someone tries to contact, my head freezes. Enough of this imaginary Zeus using that lighting finger to squeeze the zest from my skull. My pains are hard, I have to bear it.
Complains or complaints not, it confuses the thoughts.
I cannot help anybody as jealous rage lingers within. Pain blocks me as if my sinuses function at one. My relief comes from no drugs.
This is a hard one indeed, it hesitates to control me anymore. I am programmed with a silver spoon in my mouth. Happy I am to make it though.
I do not care about religiosity, they know it. Speaking to me was a sacred default. Messing up a friendship of all the loved one’s belief. The aftermath cannot be cleaned up.
Little is known about why we itch. It is a mystery after all. I suspect it is that infamous energy inside the body that roams up and down the DNA structure and labels itself as God (DIEU). This setting to revenge the human souls.
They certainly do not know why they created us, now they want us to know that they really exist but perhaps in a spooky way. Humans, on the other hand, do not care to know these things. When the revelation of the spirit comes upon one human it demands to do in a way that is pleasing to the world. This will avoid a trip to the mental institution. We, humankind, just want to Live, Laugh & Love.
Talking about itching all over the body. Sometimes we can see a cause of the itch, such as a scab or an insect bite. Stimulating pain receptors can cause itching, but no nerve endings have been specifically connected with itching alone.
For sure, thinking about an itch can bring on the urge to scratch, search no more, it is what has invaded me one night as I slept, many many years ago.
After Josephine Baker, here comes yet another all American actress called Grace Kelly. Josephine Baker was a sensational African American actress who danced her way through PARIS, FRANCE with a banana waistline. She was frowned upon thought, as she portrayed quite a lot of sexual mannerism. Some people are just born that way, not bad for a feminine figure, I suppose. It’s upon each person to make judgements on that unforgettable soul.
Grace Kelly on the other hand was considered to be a beautiful women. She served as a modest actress in Hollywood, then off she went to Monaco. She was married to the Prince Rainier 3 and had three kids of her own. By the way the Prince Rainier 3 ruled the Principality of Monaco for almost 56 years.
Tragedy struck both personalities, unfortunately. ☹️Princess Grace was driving along the steep cliffs of the French Riviera of the Southern France when she suffered a stroke. She was not alone, but the other party suffered terribly. Apparently, she lost control of the vehicle then it spun off the cliff’s edge and plunged down a 45 foot embarkment. She was 52 years old.
Josephine on the other hand, could not have children, apparently because she participated as a French Resistance Agent and suffered a price for it. She also suffered a stroke. It was not an easy life away from their homeland called America, I presumed. Loneliness can be a headache, for sure… She died at the age of 56. They were both friends with each other.
I suppose, there’s a sacred price to pay to live on that continent…