Angel
Pinhead looked at me. He scythed himself using his Right hand, and then galloped on a divine, racial steed. He laughed at me, eye twirling in the Vainest sense of vanity at my Rod and staff deity, the Cyclopes of X-Men, as McCaulay Calkin, age 11. His eyes lit Blue as he twirled his katana of porcelain, feathers, and rainbow-gum-dropped pastiches under a veil of Red, rose petals from Rinoa of Final Fantasy VIII's introduction and the introduction of my personal novel, The Blue Star: Sapphire, all under the same directory, responsible individual: the Prophet Honorable Elijah Muhammad.
"You have been personified," he answered shrewdly, as his divine entity became Scarred like the Lion King's Scar toy from McDonald's from my early youth by the Olympic marvel, Michael Myers from John Hammond's Halloween to the Angelic Michael the Archangel of the Holy Testable and Tribunal called Lazarus, here on Planet Neptune.
The situation was regal; regal and far-telling, real as it was legal and empty, if not moral under Judeo-Christian senses.
I look to "Him" as "he-who-would-make-love-to-me-in-this Dream", and remember my Vestal Virgin vows of secrecy. It was then, the voice of Vesta and Hestia, the goddess of the Virgins began to simmer in my throat, allowing me to thwart my own resignation and watch as my symbolism and personified of my Voice as Belle the anime movie, the freckled Devil, I add begin singing non-stop between Lucifer and Satan's intervals of Saturn's known as by my name, "Shelina Denise Chapman" or "Moon" under the same name and eulogy.
Little did I know or realize 'til now, Pinhead was my Circumstantial Angeline; another Seraphim of the Conscience mind. How about that, I come for Hellraiser dressed as Daphne (PERSONIFIED), originally from Daphne's Book by Lois Lowry and Scooby-Doo's Velma going by the name of Daphne, only to receive a conversation with the faith of Israel of my mind, Heart and Soul called Ebeneezer or Ratcliff religions.
I was being tested, I see, for Orthodox Church and State, to see if Sin from Final Fantasy X is going to invade my privacy and destroy the Virginian Commonwealth. I symbolized the Walt Disney world and the original Alice Cooper version of Alice in Wonderland of the 1951 animation, and the Lewis Carroll 1865 novel, as both Alice and the Queen of Hearts, or the Red Queen, according to Resident Evil, the movies.
My thoughts are limited because I slew the banter version of the Phoenix back when I was still in 1st grade. Now, here I am, still a virgin, only a near 40-year-old woman in possession of the Biblical Judas Priest and Mary Magdalene. One, Judas Priest was the Mad Hatter and Mary Magdalene the Cheshire Cat, resembling Asuka Langley Soryu of Neon Genesis Evangelion by Hideaki Anno.
I live in a world where Shinji Ikari is a message of Divine Power and Wisdom I possess and Rei Ayanami is the Board of Education I established for the unconscious mind. The Prometheus I created is a skilled assassin and a flower that also blooms every 100 years. The civil liberties union is all that separates me from Saturn of Father Time's era and my Apache Native American culture of growing up to be an active, lesbian summoner of blonde hair and blue skin, resembling Lady Yuna Braska of Final Fantasy X and X-2.
By name? Miya Uyoni of false faith, false prophetic. My own Artemis Gordon, in which all of Havoc favors, a motion of which, at age 17, I made on a book called "The Blue Star: Sapphire by me ( then called InuYasha), as my anatomist viewpoint and alternative end or Artemis Gorgon, according to my memory, called Personified, the Joker of the 1993 Batman animated series.
Am I entitled to my opinion? I guess. Doubt is Mar Magdeleno in MY book, nowadays. According to my grandmother, the god Neptune, I am Obsolete in thinking, which makes me the perfect adventure for a backyards/ backwoods/ sides story. Being Schizoaffective does that to me.
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