Timmmber...

I just breached the security wall at the YWCA.  I did the entire circuit of Matrix machines, did some dancing in the Yoga studio, and took a hot tub.  I feel the voodoo chain.  It is past life creation for all of you.  For me it is before this life and moments of repressed life.  I write scripts spontaneously in this space, as well as perform stand up comedy.  I guess I am THE not ready for prime time player.  My ideas are just too creative.  People let evil rule and just stare at me with hostility if I share.  Personal contact down today and this week.  Be careful with touch, everyone, there is a little explosive Rubio in vicinity.  He can't go back to his home until he cleans up the mean scenes here.  I will give energy through the viewing of the game tonight.  I WILL NOT let the sports teams get out of their games and contracts because they lose the lights or all electricity.  I also don't want any plumbing purges at Target Center based on the arrival of VOODOO.  La la, who knows the na na na.  Ha ha I do.  Be your scene and come to me when you are excited about your creative birth.  Work it until you can't work it no more.  BJ's aside, get it on your own, and then blow him just because YOU CAN.  What kind of accomplishment do I need to encourage young women in this society?  Start selling individual Girl Scout cookies in plastic and AUTOGRAPH them with a sharpie.  Find your inner rock star and keep your flames away from me.  In the mirror you will see your deviation from the mean on tv more and more every day.  You are all sick, but the problem is your twisted which you will not even consider for a moment as you slam a mallet into the back of an innocent woman's cute tiger hatted head.  It is coming, but I just need to let you know, Joe, that I will not not be me NO MATTER what they do.  I just keep it privately in my room and in my "weblog room."  Only God Knows Why.