Flat Screen, not Flat Bread

My journey feels flat today, but I did make an intersection with CHILI in barista form at Starbuck's stocked private coffee cubicle at Hennepin County Medical Center. I say that she definitely has the power of HORSE now. Bee line and find what you need to see. Ask direct questions and try to pick up on telepathy. It is all ENGLISH. We will keep it that way until Central America falls into the sea. Who do you think you are? I am just a passer by. Don't assume that I am behind your eye. That is not my way. I, intrinsinctly, guard privacy for all entity. Writing today feels sluggish and unimportant to the world at large. Many lines crossed and cut yesterday. I sense very little in my vicinity. HE will return, but possibly not today. A tornado has his attention right now. I survive alone most days. This day will be no different. I get a slight call from the ball, but he is not worthy of bliss. I guess everyone just voted me off an island I was never on to begin with. You are all such severe stupidity, LSD. The end of days is in THE REARVIEW and psychiatry is now here for all of you in industry. I stay still as the boa chokes away all opportunity and safety. You will all not submit and so your delusionality will be on film in Carmel, IN, huge flatscreen this week. Stay away, even executives, for now.