nccotus

so, I followed a weird course to become some sort of prophet.

abbyhillonline was surely a prophet. I was disbanded from her to become Sister Lynne.

My private personality is something otherwise.

They made me a prophet on the Memorial Hospital in Tampa, Florida in 2093. I never got away from that. It was about a storm and a thunderclap.

Then, here in the Lehigh Valley area, a dental technician cut the string under my tongue with an x-ray plate.

My neck started snaking back and forth, and I didn’t know it until I saw it on a family video. It was awful. Finally that stopped. Thank God. But, already I had developed verbal incontinence because my mother had that issue and my bad dental work even before this had loused up my bite, causing my mouth to hang open, and my thoughts poured out.

Slowly, after the the neck-weaving stopped, I began to notice that my tongue was snaking and I was talking my thoughts out loud to the crowd.

It was the prophet going out of me.