For love. I dare. And so share.
I cope with the dead burried alive in shelter in eindhoven. Streetnames. Kennedyplein. And wattstreets. To mandela. To scientists. Ended for their lastname. Racing for a race to end humanity. I get bullied in the most sickest way. Because i am about to stop 50's 60's madness of fake diagnoses. Schizo to personality disorders, massively after ww2. Drugging the air. to feel like god? I feel like love. And i am single. A promise. I never aproach a man. My mommy and daddy are proud. But becoming old. I feel their pain. And from many family names taking lower grade jobs by nature's need. Laywers to treinconducteuren (jew) and helping in shelters for free. And me, (muhammed, light) helping journalism and soldiers for free. Poor to rich. I dont care about your past. Nature is in danger. Humanity also.