We are friends. “It”s in my torso…with me all the time. It remembers things. It lets me know what’s going on in my very immediate present environment slightly better than my other senses. It’s never lied but I’m suspicious all the time. It also punches me in the stomach often enough… I go soft and agree that it was in the right all along.

It is a 2-cent maniac lunatic.

My visions showed our light brilliant shitbrown. I wish someone could understand my trouble with god. I’ve spent years trying to find the words for it…but its more of a feeling anyway. I suppose most have the same feelings Mine are mostly positive. I talk to “it” I check in on “it.”