I walk along every day and I hear what they say. My methods of discovery are revolutionary. You all live a reality that is tainted by witchcraft. Soon you all will not know your own minds.
I intersected with State Patrol today and sent a personal message to Gov. Dayton. Hopefully he will be part of a Dick Cheney hunting party soon. He's not cool enough, but maybe Dick could tunnel through in his own posse. Mark, you do not have friends in that squad. They will not protect your bod. Soon intel about your crazy will get out fairly quickly. FBI, ignore his cries. He is boo hoo hoo witchcraft.
My mind is mine, but all of you fall prey to what others say and what others plant in your cranium.
Latinos, game on. I won't cry for you Argentina. You work as a block, you will fall as a crescendo. Mexico City is where you all will go from this counrty. You have three years to speak English then Nicaraguan Spanish is all that will be left. Looking in the mirror will get more and more difficult as I turn away in hateful disappointment.
In vicinity, actual and telepathic, you are stalking me. You all need to stop being so vain with me. I hate you all for eternity. I guess I sound pretty latino now. Latino means cockroach to me. We need them out of the restaraunt industry and out of my vicinity. Ladies, I'm fat, I know it. Give up already.
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