Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer
And in the End was the Word, Amy's Word

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Saturday, March 19, 2016

May 2012-Key to Amy's Heart

There was a man that I saw in May of 2012.  He disturbed me.  We were getting to know each other and he came on very strong.  We were together perhaps two-three weeks and we saw each other about eight times. He was of German descent.  He brought honeycomb honey into my cupboard and desired to be my lover.  He promised new experiences for me.  He kissed open mouthed and made my lips all wet on the outside and it gave me the creeps.  I asked him not to and he ignored my request.  We were out for a drive and stopped at an antique store.  He slapped down the money for some 18 mm lead Royalty figurines as if he were paying for a prostitute, one twenty laid down at a time.  It was creepy.  He referred to me with these words, "All the men you've known."  I did not know then that I had indeed been pimped by the former men in my life.

Here we have the Royal British Figurines surrounding the American flag--'tis an instillation on my buffet.
That's my Knight and me in the Mary robes.



He told me that he had a five foot long TV and he drove a big truck with a bigger one on the way.  This was a major values disconnect.  He kept snapping photos of me.

We never had sex.  He referred to me in a text as "My beauty."  I said, "I am not your beauty."  He wanted to meet me at the Buddha in a local park.  I did not have a good feeling about him and I rejected him.  I did not trust him.  He wanted to audio tape us when we had sex the first time.  I did not trust him.

The G-man (govt agents) did not like the way I treated him and set their plans in motion to try to make go mental with radio waves (and secret slipped in food speed), as punishment.  The Government wanted to make clear just who controls Amy Brandlin.

For at least a year, whenever I thought of this man I became very angry.
To his credit he referred to me as Kali.  Seems when bombarded with radio waves I was destructive to the belongings in my home.Kali morphed into Durga.  Durga is the cosmic demon slayer.

There is not a soul that I trust other than the man who has rescued me in my mind.  He has the key to my heart.  NO OTHER.

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