My life has been hard but in a unsual if not stupid way But I look at life like a puzzle. Probably because I grew up alone.. abused. not knowing why.. or that there was outher things that were out there. well I grew up, went to work. grew old and now I'm writing.. And I'm lucky to have this thing to do. Write I mean.. Brain damaged pretty bad and can't write with my hand never trained it to do so. But I can talk like the wind..a whole spectrum of Knolage Numberlorigy, Escotoligy, NDE, Spirt, Aliens..have I seen them??.."There so tight they never smile"... I've stood on a feild of liquid living light..I did a out of body on a Bible..I might of even been hit with a Synthetic DMT...It alters DNA.. I'm on a permanent DMT Trip. What follows all true..I have a Evil Brother in my life. I'm writing even today of the 20 year's of Bill Stalking my Life it's in the story's called :Stalked: on this Writico platform. I can't write, can't spell very good..hard for me to concentrate on writen material. But Bill has Strip my life of all since I was very Young..left me nothing but to write about my life..Abused.. I would not Speak of such detestable things... When I was so young. So I'm alone,old, 59 now.. and sitting at a Empty Table.
© Anthony Sanders