Rub and Caress the Mess

Hey Bentley man I do understand your need for fiscal privacy to remain emotionally healthy, so I will not tell anyone what kind of car you drive. It is okay. Don't go away. I like your sneer and your queer thoughts in my head while in the dental chair. It is okay to be blind to what I go through on a day like today, but tomorrow is important for you with your crew. Your number 2 drove through the parking lot in a grey mustang (top of line) about 10 minutes after you left. I believe I was creating a communnal imagery of you and I at the time. He tunneled through on private matters for me later. This is not being respectful of the hierarchy and everyone will go blind and insane. Boundary him and take away HIS gun. He told you it was a good idea to carry yours. Your telepathic order was not caught by anyone else, but me. The mystical on that is Shriner Satanism. I was in vicinity and so it popped up on their tickets and your check card was charged from corner machine. New things, new abilities. Anything that looks Bentley is you now. I am addressing so that it is just black model like yours. It's another schitzo skeem. Meet together, silently, and then take a vote telepathically with checkers. Unanioumous support (red) is the only way I will be a part of YOUR nation. If that is not the case of your being, you can seek me out personally, but keep the rest away from me. LOYALTY is #1 from day one.