Mixing the Green for THE CANAL

My heart pumps a symphany that is never heard in my ear.  I am brave in this Irish IRE day.  So many Clisedales, so little time.  Yes, Mr. Fireman, I do love horses.  Indy shack sat to see Hootie with me from their royal bench.  No Mr. Police Chief, these firemen are not bothering me.  I have not talked to a professional white man for seemingly years.  STEP BACK or I will attack, unconsciously.  I have loved for what seems like a thousand years, but it was not reality.  It was pain and degradation my way.  A key for me is that of the male VOID next to me being all basic elements.  My grandfather King James King looks through keyholes and into locker rooms.  He was like a grandfather to the Adam's family.  There is a creepy to Ireland that people rarely know or pick up.  He was professional with others, but was a bit remiss with me.  That is how I planned it to be.  I needed an IRON CURTAIN to my Irish Claudaugh.  He is my king for the day on SUNDAY.  SAturday, I will give to Chris.  Ireland will eventually become the "Disney World" of the Vatican in their own creepy way.  I work in imagery that can dispell that quality, but people must be dedicated and faithful.  One slip, and it is always in my memory.  I left WWE a criptic message today, and now they can play and war in their own way.  I just need THE SHIELD kept out of my cop bar until JOE MAUER goes in there, personally, with a baseball bat and his whole family (KKK).  Kane and Goat stay at bay.