Saturday

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dT4JPs29ekI&spfreload=5

My shadow in the fading light
is reaching out towards the night

oh well the air is cold
and yonder lies my sleeping soul
by the branches broke like bones
oh this weakened tree no longer holds

Peeps, things are really bad.

But anyway, I dreamed a lot last night, but most of my dreams were about being in Jersey.
The only other dreams were bizarre. I dreamed I was sleeping rough, but in a shallow grave, while the archbishop was hanging around and blaring his own trumpet, as he does.
Then there was a body in a compost heap, but it was well rotted. It was the body of that little girl who went missing due to her parents' negligence in Portugal and then they exploited her disappearance and made loads of money, but it was her body in the compost heap. 
That was a horrible weird dream, I don't know if they have compost heaps in Portugal but I think the little girl probably is dead by now.

I am not going to go on surviving the horrific public destroyal of me by the church of england forever, which is why I am producing books about it. I am going to die. No one could withstand what I have and go on screaming for help while everyone turns away.