Woke up this morning relaxed with my painting of my great spirit beside me,, Soft words filtering the air as if amplified through microphones and loud speakers .A rough ruggid morning with strong gusts of wind. A strong clatter of talk against schizoaffective people and me and slants from the wayside in disrespect as the water boy peddled dark money pharmeceuticals to the door unnoticeably. Dealing with a stomachache.
