After Lemmy passed away, I left my digs in West Hollywood and moved to Hollywood.

I found salvation in the notoriously haunted Afton mansion,
which I called home.
The estate was senitmant and you were the sacrifice. If you do good, you get good.

Embarking upon The great Rybinski, World Wide renowned psychic.
I witnessed a Ms. Barkers insanities .

Curiosity got this
cat. Eventually
I was invited to the salon for a private parlor reading while relaxing to meditate under a hypnotic charm, soon I drifted into sumber.
When I woke, I remember picking from valley flowers as I was running to the hills
trying to find my
home abandoned.

My flower was a brilliant, burning red orange,
like desires mystery within my own self. Unknowingly I was
under a spell .
That’s not my first escapade
burning down a
gateway of hell.

Afterwards, We
went back to the
Afton mansion.
Opportunity did knock
like a good luck charm
from this house of cards.
It summoned me
and I beckoned.
We toasted with cheerful laughter, and then we both Woke up hours later topless under the moonlight of the longest sexual session I’ve ever encountered. Apparently
I denied her a request
and this enraged the madame.

This estate was truly capable of consuming all those that dare to forsake. It was feeding on respect and at all cost. Absolute payment was demise, as the spirits definitely drank your soul as you corral in the main hall.

I witnessed people lose their mind there.
I saw a cafe manager cross dressing trying to find his path that inevitably led him back to the beginning of his own fated destruction.

Amid a prelude to the flight of Icarus.

Hidden Spiritual entities that consumed energy were attracted to me.
I hold still secrets for people that
I shouldn’t even hold
the door for.

Meanwhile, back at the estate. My friend Greg was helping me move as Im riddled with sadness feeling alone over Lemmy and stuck once again in survival mode. I couldn’t make the call as if whether it was a new hell or HOME for me . For my childhood was both.

At the Afton family estate, we all drink, smoke and mingle with the spirits that be. But this beauty was
actually a beast

The last lover that star crossed Ms. Barker blatantly disappeared.

He put his key in the front door one night that usually led into the foyer
but the hallway was not granting Passage to him ever again.

She had corroused the workers on site to brick by brick cover it with cement leaving only a solid wall remaining .

Too many maidens caught in the mist of chaotic dark love.
One that would come calling on the rent completely
naked under the full moon. What a beautiful site.

My cat could see in her eyes , only remain a dark enigma attacked that took her free will by storm as she devoured masses. She would
do the bidding of something
to keep the house alive.

I walk peacefully with
Jesus in my heart
among the lost zombies
not the beast.

One night hastily in grievance, she locked herself in the her castle.
Where the police later would find her clothless crouched in fear crying hiding in the shower for her final hour.

Leading up to that. She was running naked on the roofs between the two houses and cut the electric line with the old rusty pruning shears that we found still smoking glued to the asphalt in the street. They were right next to where she landed. Many cars swerved trying not to hit her. Nevertheless covered in dirt,
she cracked her neck and calmly walked away.

For the next 6 more days, always on the sixth hour pm.
She water this huge oak tree, commanding her spell as she walk counterclockwise
6 times
around that integrital mighty Oak.

She pointed trying to hex me?
and I turned with a
wrath and a smile
“ I said this is your last dance bitch!”

Appling my frustration of betrayal.
I summon the protection of the great Rubinsky ancestral spiritual power invoking me to rid her from the wolfs den.

“I promise you Ms. Barker, Its now that you will to pay for the all evil that you have done!”

The energy rise uncontrollably by my hand pointing from the tree to where she stood in the window to the wall of the second floor.

A loud thunderous crack sounded in the surrounding sky as that tree fell on her through the roof. It pierced her in corner of the window, where she stayed stuck for hours.
She was horrified yet escaped and ran into her shower stall. Where the police would remove and arrest her while sobbing ,biting, kicking screaming. Never to return.

yes, it’s true. A witch can drop a house on a bitch but not the little dog too.

I am no more evil than you. I simply forage
and gather whats
thrown my way.

My best
return to sender
til today.

I spiritually put her in an hourglass where her hatred will forever remain. The power that commanded her denied curse of the relentless evil is forevermore at bay.

I walked away into the summer kitchen, where I was astonished
with how I just unexpectedly ended her Hideous experience . Demonic omission.

This place was no joke,
and the spirits welcomed me in.
They taught me levitation
that I didn’t even ask for.
That evening as I go to bed, I wake up hours laters floating into the next room. I see My Ms. Kittie kat basking under the stars, outside in the garden
by our favorite the lime tree.
She is smiling at me.
We both chuckle
She always seemed
to sense things.
As she guarded the gate.
Seemingly recharging
in the moonbeams rays
and the most
wondrous breeze.
As I go to speak her name,
the spell is broke and I fall.
I must of cut myself
yet I am simply amused with my muse.

This is the last night;
Bittersweet I chose to go.
I was enchanting my
jewelry and Sage.
A chill crawled up the back of
I felt a separate presence began to fade.
“I ask nothing more “is the last thing i said.

As I enjoyed the home
and watched the courtyard lemon tree grew more with every pulse I bled.