You might simply say to me, "You are not suffering enough-that’s why, Lora". But that is not true. I have been angst ridden (for unimaginably complex reasons) throughout my life. I have periodically examined suicide from all angles and rejected the idea. I have frequently asked my pickups, "Are you going to kill me"? I have repeatedly entered into situations with total awareness that I could die, yet "It" lives-an abomination that can’t live, yet refuses to end it’s own existence. Most of you (fortunate) souls out there in the cosmos can just live your life-happy-sad-just live. I am cursed (have always been because of a sensitive, aware, brain thrust into unimaginably sad life circumstances) to do nothing but think, and obsess, and analyze, and read tons of books, and think, and think, and think myself right to the brink of madness and death… I also used to look like a "sex kitten" which means that I had the opportunity to play, and play, and play with the outside world (my adventure-my experiment) in an attempt to shut out the above mentioned "inner world". I had a blast "playing" with all of you, because you were conditioned to think a certain way about me (and I gladly let you think what you wanted) so I could PLAY.

"Woe to him with worlds within". Who wrote this-so pathetically, heartbreaking true.

**I don’t want to live. I don’t want to die. I just want to sleep, and sleep, and sleep, but eventually I wake up..

The drama plays out to an INEVITABLE conclusion
Sleep, sleep ,sleep Precious, cursed ILLUSION

* I "see" the psychopaths, because I used to think about slashing my abusive father to pieces.

* I "see" the "mentally ill", because my mother developed Schizophrenia when I was 10 years old, and I also have "madness" in me.

* I "see" the totality that so many of you are (sadly) oblivious to (fortunately) oblivious to.

LOVE is all that will save our planet. I can’t even experience the kind of love most of you take for granted. I am "guilty by design"-a "creature" waiting to die.

It’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It’s the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying
that never learns to live ("The Rose" Bette Midler)

All we are is "Mind", "Consciousness" existing on a ball floating in infinite space. This world could be anything & instead it is nothing-absurdity, murder, chaos, madness all around-Nothing, Nothing, Nothing…

* If I actually put my phone number out here, I can only imagine how many of you would call me up and say to me, "You need help"-"You need to find God" etc NO-Everyone on this planet needs to love everyone else on this planet, and the world will heal itself…

C & V have my F’n #, but but do you think that either of them will pick up the phone & reach out-call me-NO!!!