A Living Testament

I take you by the hand and sit you down at this conference table. I look deep in your eyes and say,"This is LGC. Trump was there in that chair and I could not see. I sat on his lap and he disappeared." He was the one fired that day. Sweep for screen image. He was like 5'3" munchkin man. I need you to find him today for the CIA. He has overdrawn his bank account again and that affects banking overseas. His down low spot in the keys. None of that. I am married to my missions. You are impossible. When you find Donald, take him to a dentist before he loses all of his teeth. Make sure that my brother Pete is not in vicinity or Donald will leave with Appalachian one. Test his math with a hand squeeze. Hang him in that chair as he sleeps. Walk away as if nothing happened today and never speak a word of it. Understand that memory walls are a high and holy ability, and no one is like me. I repress torture to die another day.