The jugular of WWIII was sliding from my neurosis. My psychosis. A heart doctor is what I need. I close my eyes and wish I could repair the heart that I at 44 still needed. The extraordinary difficulty and pain in the name of love and the beloved country. The birth of a virus that swelled my lungs. The expanded mind of a foreign princess. What is this land I sing into my eyes. My aqua blue eyes. The ocean and the smell of the salt in California romantically twirls me into swirls of dance. The surf of the crash of the waves and the crash of me. It is the day dream and the just inner crush of the metal frame of the military air carrier. The princess enters the doors of the war room.
Never taught to salute to the flag. Never taught how to march like a soldier or even been asked to dance with one. The American Princess did not get the drafts notice about the emergency of doctors needed to give mouth to mouth on board of crazy love-crazed humans. Is it really true that the confusion lies across a move of the country.
Portraits of the love of the past haunted until she could no longer cough and slice her throat with drugs. She is the proud artist. The blind kind. Am I six feet? Am I fat? Am I rich? Am I the most confused sort in Midland, MI. I insisted on writing a book for myself and get the most important factors out of the way.
- Did sexual abuse destroy the childhood of innocence and what would science and psychiatry have to say about proof of adult behavior?
- Could I forget my entire life and try every psychiatric medication to erase a long intense suicidal poison injected by a scorpion?
- For a girl that has always been a “super star” at the age of three, get on a stage and make the world smile?
- How would I know the word or the stroke of the keys of love have enough ambition to run an “International” market of entertainment incorporation with the multi-personality worse than that written in Hollywood history?
- Friendship and using the words “love love love love” until years dissolve into body language of routine and a new rage that would destroy the sanctity of marriage. Could a part turn my head into a woman with, according to LinkedIn, a more then 62 job description leaning on her intelligence and life experiences. Would need to pull together so many investors, it would be a world wide event in the United States of America? Could I be in “danger”? Not in Midland.
For the next year, I am going to write seven pages a day to tell my story. I work 11 am to 11 pm with free time to seek out next friends, business partners, mentors, investor advice and there are a list of 30 office floors of my MAP Miss American Princess Inc. Building. Let the research begin. I ordered 11 books about mythology, media moguls and how to create stories with in hours. My eye is always on 5 projects. Currently: Star Wars: Sketch of the Universe, Mission Impossible: Miss American Princess, Something about the Way he Loves Me: The true-story love story with Matthew Dexter, Princess of Ireland Heather Dawn Deogracia and the Prince of Spain Charles Edward Deogracia. The End