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My genetic information & hereditary complexes have mutated throughout the centuries



of my family bloodline and determined my fate as one gifted with..the extrasensory

perceptive powers of the accumulated ages. In me resides the domineering stamina



of Pharaoh Tutkanhkamen, the fantastical abilities of prophets/evangelists/& 2million tarot reading cards, and the intensity of San Andreas' strike-slip faultline.  I possess

extransenory perception....which includes telekinetic, telepathic, & psychophysical



powers. With my brain alone, I have moved myself into your life, touched your heart & left behind no thinking prints, held conversations with your anatomical linguistics with over 240 miles between us, and deciphered your Sanskrit emotions to crack the code that revealed to me......how you fell in love with my personality. My base of psychic



formations is Atlanta........My transfer of energy checkpoint is Charlotte..........& My point of future contact is Savannah. Charlotte, Atlanta, Savannah............these three cities tell a tale of mixed despondencies that greatly influence my powers. Charlotte..............my home is the Queen City of the South & the second largest banking center in America.  It is also where I'm the most vulnerable psychokinetically



..................for my past, family, & traditions of morality encourage me to brand this ability of mine as true sorcery.  Along with being a shouting blasphemous statement to the heavens, my interest in you alone has surely cast Hades' brimestone breathe closer to me.  Atlanta................my home away from home is the leading capital of Southern culture & the new "IT" place for everybody to be.  It is also my Sodom & Gomorrah with a suburban Elysian Fields..............representing my purest form of



self-indulgence in rebellious activities, while I allow my spirit to roam free away from limits & annoying boundaries that test the little patience that I have - yet somehow, the city is preparing me for a future predestinating me to be a hero in spiritual rights, healing people with other-worldly powers that derive from that cosmic angelic plain in a galaxy far far away. And then there's lil' ol' Savannah............Georgia's first city straddling the extreme southeastern coast near Florida to preserve timeless history.  It is also where you live, work, play, study, and..........think about me.  Although I've



never been to Savannah, I feel my powers strengthen everytime I talk to you on the phone, chat with you online, or........try to make neurological contact with your life force as I am doing now. Going into my deepest place, I close my eyes & let my brain draw energy from the electricity of my overused laptop, the last fading bars of reception on my cellphone, and the brightness of the television light.  Now, its channeling all of that energy to my soul, giving me an instant ticket to traveling the sentient waves of the universe.  My body is in bed, My mind is almost in Savannah, and My spirit is acting as a satellite receiving & signalling all indications of your life's



presence. Finally, my brainwaves have hit Savannah's city limits and......picking up some very familiar anatomic signatures....they're yours!  My brain transfers them to my spirit & my spirit signals them back to my body & my body opens an outlet that plugs your life force into my soul....officially connecting me to you.  I can now feel you as if I were inside your warmth for the very first time, right before I make that climatic "AHH.....OOOOHH...." & "OH.....SHIT BABY.....I CAN SLEEP IN YOU ALL WEEK" notion.  WOW!!! you feel......soooo......soooo.....dayum.....GOOD....to me...right now.....so warm...soothin'.....fresh....energetic.....& the beautiful thing about it is.....it's ya mind thats makin' me feel this way!  DAYUM BABY!!! I can feel room



temperatures clashin' witcha sudden rise in body temperatures cuz.....you just got naked to step into the shower. HMMMMMM.....a steady sting of water, a muggy mist of moist humidity, and outchu go....drying off and gettin' into ya bed.......as naked as you were before you got into the shower.  BABY.....STOP!!!! OWE!!! Ya stress is tuggin' on my brain! I feel you releasing all of the day's built-up anger as you pleasure yourself and cry all in unison.  Yea baby, I'm feelin' ya rollercoaster ecstacy......but I'm also feelin' ya stabbin' loneliness and high-pressured migranes of regret.  Wait a minute, my brainwaves are pickin' up on a mental connection.....WOW.....I can't quite explain what's happening.....your anatomic signatures are scribblin' off the Richter Scales....commotion...rushin' emotions......overdriving hormones......

I'm seein vague glimpses of you frantically drivin' on the dark Georgian interstates.....BABY!......I feel you gettin' closer....closer....closer......"JAMAR! JAMAR!"........



"WAKE UP! WE GON BE LATE FOR CHURCH!" my mama yells from across the house. I almost forgot that I'm in Charlotte.