6.11.2008-9.5.2009 The most difficult of Lights in my Bed

An angel of Darkness appeared to me that night. I had not told anybody even God or my Girls. But it needed to be said. I love men. So I spent it with him that night in my divine Craziness. Finding half truths in the bathroom, vowing to always choose certain shampoos, and to never let go, even though Christ was the only master of not letting go there is. I saw Lucifer in the form of Christ, as I spent it with him in the bed. He-who-must-not-be-named was there, thus beginning my obsession with all things Horcruxes, and the light of Harry Potter. I saw It that night and took mental pictures in my mind as a pressure machine which had a clock and belonged to my heart saw me free. My heart was there, weeping for me, as I began that long hard journey to the hospital for the sick and afflicted. My stay  was long and dreary and never to be wanted again even though I had vowed again to bare them and to not go on that night.