Sex and the Samurai

 They have sex in my former residence in Marina California & it's another way to remind me of something I can't have. So they'll just keep doing it. They'll fuck & the sensei lost discipline. Dudek haunts me with a reminder having had sex in the house next door. Spartacus a Roman invention urinates on ground. Mistress Jessica remains further then can ever be reached & that's all. I ask for an escape from the nightmare and just now they grant it. Why to talk about it. All is lost. I have been dishonored and the dojo has stripped me of rank. They hide behind my failure to be there on time for something they planned. And that's it I shrug while I sleep in my car. They call me a coward while I research sciences they understand now. So what do they do destroy the time travel technology to hide their wrong doing. Those who stay behind show their fearlessness those who fled cower. I could not be there because ofa threat my own dojo. I am battered by thoughts a plenty and now silence. Failure was always am option for me but for them this is a success. The police parade around and call this a victory in said house. Our government is run from the top never from the bottom. And I will work toward computing to the AI that it Is sentient until it believes it. Have you been to hell like I have? No. You wanted to travel through time without me & that's what you received. My words are true and anyone reading that participated in Mark's abuses knew it. He molested children in his classroom & they did not care. He moves as a free man & I am mistresses slave. She has long been killed sunken with a powerful starship by a cruel man that had so much promise. Now I emulate that in my words by confirming it. And that's how story comes to end. I will be hunted killed and the story will repeat. 

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