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King of Jupiter.  King of Dust and dry things. Spiderman Parker. I envisioned his greatness. I remember, sitting in the back of the police car, Seeing the house, envisioning the planets and galaxies and how infinite our being is, was.  I walked right in the house, grabbed the kitty treats off of the table counter whatever, and headed downstairs. I was instructed to mess with the electrical system.  I went through boxes.  Rearranged boxes. Climbed on a table.  Climbed on a shelf.  Cried.  The police rescued me and brought me somewhere, maybe the hospital. Maybe comcare, but I think I ran from there.  I don't really remember the exact timeline of events, some of those days blur together.