You All Count Paula Out. BAD MOVE.

Bar wenches, the spirits around me along with my astral self says BRING IT ON every day. You are stupid f**ckin wh**es your whole lives and you keep starin and talkin. I feel it very viscerally. You only have a day or two before your skin feel sounds actually. People hate you actually, blondie. So you pull through Paula Terrick. Well I knew her as a small child and she was so werewolfy then that her father didn't even care that she was doing actual pornography in high school. It kept her off of him, actually. She has had FULL REIGN, especially in Muncie, IN. She will end up in LOCKDOWN for one year and then general pop the rest of her life for what you are doing with me this weak. Good luck. She knows EVERYTHING about you and your "crew." You all can't work together, but I actually married our couples in a beautiful nature setting (SHoreview, MN) before we got deep into a very sexual reality that we could not stop because of all of the tunnel through. We did not tape, we just tried TRANCE and suggestion. It was a gentle voyerism and exibitionism. We had class, even in 3rd grade. You ladies will NEVER be paid. She will come after all of you until her dying day. I am the ONE being who has kept her secrets even in therapy I did not betray or share anyday.

A Diamond in the Sky

Dunlop, higher up, classical/ classy werewolves tend to only remote view because they do so much on scent. Tunnel through would make them crazy. I think that this man from last night (6'8", about 280 lbs) is the head to a whole new chain of profiler. He can find family lines in the tunnel through installed by YOU actually. He will sniff out the phermonal of the complicit incestuous nature that pushes a prodigy killer forward. Enough said.

I Love Your Style

I am here. Last night prepared me for today. A vampire werewolf pairing left me with my vampiric dispassion. It is okay to feel the way you do, but active protection must begin today or this crew will strike you. Actual FBI profiling experience. He is the best, Phoenix, that is why you all pushed him away. You all cannot even compute 2+2. He is 16 squared and took it IN THE NECK when he was working a DOC gig. He left law enforcement after earning a 98% on the State Trooper exam (Eau Claire, WI). He is now sugnificantly rich, selling medical supplies and owning the pedal party vehicles (Peyton get the ones in MN for HIM and only HIM) and he will find his way. I nominate him for Deputy Director of the FBI in two years. First, he must master and be confident with the profiling he loves so much. He now knows that the first component is me, and that there are killers to admire and sexual humiliation torturer planned executionists to despise. It is all behind the eyes. I live almost in a paralyzed state. My energy is almost dream like and I know that this moment is so serious in this phase. Younger ones need boundaries to lead properly and this FBI werewolf with his vampiric, now Mpls police officer will make the seat of U.S. Commander and Chief POLICE vampiric in a chair that goes anywhere, he will say what he needs to say. At the end of this, all I can say is HAVE A NICE DAY.

Middle Eastern Policy

The wings of BUTTERFLY (ASSAD) carry the weight. Misinformation of you and me make me PROM QUEEN today. What were YOU doing yesterday actually? Maybe your love of PB and J has gone viral in your own country. I believe that your general ability will birth a new kind of comedy to combat the dramady on TV. Let's just you and me sit down and throw cards into a top hat. What happens when we do that? I know you not, I am here to just be a miscreant in the system and never a thief. People are cruel and they know the reality and media purposefully puts you as evil dictator on tv. Oh well, it ain't a smart endeavor. Supporting Israel over all ARAB nations is against our economy, thus it is treasonous to have those military goals and especially to follow through. Obama, you have made it so that Assad has nothing to lose. He has shown AWESOME restraint for 3 years. He will now use all of his abilities and his RAT population will blame you and Israeli's too. CHEERS to the winners and all else are sinners.

What Can We Be?

Your strength is fairly weak, Chris. I let you communicate, but I could cut the line fairly easily. You need to go after Obama, verbally today through his chief of staff. Have Stepanofolous help. Make him make a statement of the Middle East that is an INDEPENDANT thought having nothing to do with what I have printed here in the last week. He is a mummy (He had a past life in exactly this form and is preserved somewhere in the Middle East. I suggest that his tomb is undiscovered in Syria. That is past life espionage and is heinously illegal today.), in mind, thus Cleopatra can tunnel through. You know who she is. Let's just guard that malady. She knows nothing of the Middle East, not even a little bit. I believe that her ability to read is almost gone. Keep Assad off of the internet and have him start going to the balcony and speaking to his people directly on a microphone. Have him tell a joke or two about the chemical attack fakers. Convince yourself through your own services and you will see that I freed your vampiric yesterday by cutting you from gypsy chain that has hunted you with misinformation about me the whole time.

Dunlop, "love" Hope

Dunlop, BRAVO TANGO BRAVO. Be at ease. The sleeze of government is not all over you. It is your own Irish variety. I pick YOU to be the one who has two. Irish and U.S. Find the Hudson and HE will be there to meet you with the key. Make a disappearing act very military to NYC today. Chemical attacks through the sewers will not be us, but we will not shoulder the burden anymore. The U.S. can clean it up all by themselves. News this morning, I did raise my voice. It is complete bull houey just like DOCTORS on TV. Talk about witchery. I guess you and I are not hero, we are just zero. I am finally in a space and place where I will never help the U.S. or sports industry again. I can point out directions that are helpful for them to betray out of stu pae pae. I can also just make fun of people very openly for feeding into a massive sadistic satanism that is manic scitzo on tv. Talk about sh**ting where you live. It's like staring at my ex fiance every day. Delusional mother f**kers every day. They've got nothing on my mind centered movement and they keep opening their mouths or having "discoveries" (witchery/ wizardry mathematics). They just don't add up. It is time for you, Dunlop, to extra not care about anyone and anything. You have to find your dictator king all by yourself. Snakes will be your military in Ireland. Here you will just make things disappear.

Grammar School Softball Champion (coed)

Love inside of me is the key. I keep it separate from all earth entity so that I can compete, actually. I express and give, but I find things nasty very quickly. It is poison and I now leave you all with Mark Rosen. He is a diety in the Middle East today, and that will sway. They will betray and then he will understand me and my grand plan activation "skeme." What she gets from just taking a seat next to a stranger entity is divinity. Why not me? Well, Rosie, you are in me completely except your shoes. You rate, but will decompensate. Don't be irrate, just flow with me and try the ZUMBA scene. All mean, leave as separate entity. Today I make you a SPORTS MEDIUM, past and PRESENT. Know when to put the actual and spiritual phone down or they will have you gain weight. Be my bloody valentine. That was Owatonna days. I guess getting too close to the Rhine (my behind) leaves you all cut up today. Be free of malady, in mind, and your body will follow, actually.

I Have Never Met Ya

Maybe, Mr. Dave Matthews, it is time for you to CRASH INTO ME. This songstress even made a LINEMAN in a city county jail tunnel to court blush and ask me to stop singing. I am able to take away your sin, but you know not the trouble you are in. S. Harder is that way permantly because of you. You were in vicinity and so was any "pop star" I was singing at the time. Stop the stalking and start talking, especially overseas. Be discrete and complete. Treat mention of me as LADY not the dirty that is all around me. I am baby to master you cannot see. He just found you in Johanasburg, South Africa today. He CAN see and feel what you are doing. There is no confusion in your brain. You are at the base of AMNESTY chain, and your reigns have always been loose. I am the mare (Mayer) who will take you all out. It is best to go out with a bang and put Mandela in the voodoo ground intended for yee. You are all diseased deceit and torturers, actually. Stay the F**k away from me.

Decide Who You Want to Be

I sit on a barstool quiet, but never free. I have to say enough, but as little as possible. These b***hes, witches, and wh**es stare at me from the whole location. I don't know any of them and I never talk to them. I feel like waitress trade is starting to understand the skeme. People special to me will be targets and you are all too weak from so much demonry to return fire properly. I just sit there, hurting, and bleeding EMOTIONALLY without a word or a tear. You who stare are all ACTIVE prostitutes who are staring and talking smack about me. Maybe bartenders everywhere are learning to call a wh**e a wh**e to his/ her face. Sometimes all of the deceit comes to be a unity when you realize that you did not know, and could not control, what has happened to you in your sleep. There is a reckoning arising and EVIL is very real. It is a moment to moment element I deal with and create to destroy. Well I will travel to AZ next week and everyone will just have to be their own entity. You are all in too deep to say no. Learn to collect info with respect and save for complete eviseration of slavemaster and demon maker later.

Yes I did say that on a microphone

Maybe I have the only PhD in Divination (U of MN) linked to my work with DEPTH ASTROLOGY personality typing. That part of my thesis was personal running of data through a wizardry program that anyone on earth can access. I ran about 7 different decks, while teaching students and doing public bar readings, with I Ching and ruins that I had made myself as well. Now I just carry my Animal Totem deck to scare people into staying away. POSSUM is basically evolving into SELF ESTEEM in DEATH. They come back after their circulatory system stops actually. If is not a diversion, actually, it is true rigormortis (heart attack from fright). I am the queen of the dead, but I do not practice voodoo. I keep my thoughts to myself as bar trade goes insanity this week. GYPSY was a man who a Unitarian Universilist "Circles" Group. It was people below the age of forty and above the age of 20 that did social activity together. He did approve and found me separate of all other entity. He needed to NOT tell me what my fiance (.5 brooklyn jew, .5 german) was doing to me in the night. Well I got through and Hope is frail, but she is HARD TO KILL.

In Your Eyes

You are not a stalker. You are a blocker. I read instanatly and do not betray ANY nation EVER. I keep the peace through the use of spaces of unrest and plain old genecide. Arab lands need to clense their own. They ARE combatants every day. There will then never be a charge of ETHNIC clensing. Genocide in Syria is about to be a PEACEFUL reality for the whole Middle East. They will understand Africa and Asia so much better. Arabs have shi ite pride, and they will do it OFF tv. Tel Aviv, you are through. Let's just say that ARMENIANS will never be confused to be all of you ever again. I meet and greet on the bus and do discuss, very openly, my writing from yesterday, even my letter to Amman. Maybe my military pack just happens to have Tarot deck and a "recently" passed away namesake picture of hierarchy. It can be that easy to be a MIND SOUL warrior here and in the Middle East. Everyone wants to know who they are actually. Don't hold back the dirty anymore and ARABS (males) will always find it sexy. It takes very little to attain after you have stared at the Romanov ring of destiny. Understand history, and free yourselves actually.

Be MOTH With Me

I was riding my bike the other night and I was thinking of my martial art POLYGAY within the study of Chung Moo Quan (9 in 1). I saw the image in my mind of a MOTH unfolding. The image has the pattern on the wings changing throughout the year. There is a violence, a sadism at entity, that can only be done with this almost Japanese Tai Chi. Strikes are solid and almost slow motion as the whole respiratory system is challanged with the girth of birth. Weight gain follows immediately, and sexual humiliation will be all you suffer for the rest of infinity as the moth flies away, unseen, in the night.

Living in Hypocrisy Causes Disease

What is the most educated thing say? It must hit an EMOTIONAL key while also being an accurate description of what a being is describing. Dorogatory words exist as high and holy because there is such a consequence to using them. Political correct is me. I have just now included the passionately negative words and terms to go at the, especially hypocritical programming libral nation. They know their own demonic every day (constantly using these words at me or those who agree with me-actually or telepathically), and that of others, but they persist that I am evil for researching and pointing it out. They are virulent strain on the page and raging telepathically after a Russian CSAR type like me. This can produce schitzo thinking styles to fullblown schitzo mania when absorbed and returned by you all every day. It also produces actual disease through witchery that convinces a spiritually manifesting entity that they are ill. It can also have stupid reactions to my positivity and they go and eat of the diabolical venerial disease of the forbidden fruit tree. I exist free psychiatrically from day one and physically, but, societally, in slavery. I work at the chains today, and I feel that people are beginning to use their brains through their gut based RAGE today.

Living on the Brink

When I see you looking at my anatomy, I feel...SICK. ICK! I don't want any of it. I want to wear clothes that make me feel pretty and do not leave me feeling big, fat, and ugly. You act as if you have a right to talk to, and touch me. You are just like all the N****Rs on "tv." It is demonry and this LADY has had it. It is not just disrespect, it is violence and sexual sadism on me. I keep moving and working and you all infiltrate my dreams. Nightmares leave me not sleeping well of late. Everyday I deal with YOUR hate my way. I don't care who you are, you are not a spiritual rock star until you can prove your allegience. PROTECTION is the only value that will get you there and away from the electric chair. All of the negativity and lack of loyalty (i.e. deceit) is measured and recorded for your potential immersement in a torture zone. I walk alone. I suggest this for everybody before it is YOU out here with 12 axis of torture, especially from "minority communities", every day. I will hold the sabre and the tiger will come to me in his time. For now, I pick the few flowers that are out there and concentrate on whatever outlet has positivity for the moment. All hate nations are out there today. I have RAGE, but I will never be anything more than THE LITTLE NAZI. I guess I just earned my PhD is PURITY.

It's Clear, I Have Been Here All Year

Hey Eli behind bro's eye. I hope that you are doing well. It is time to play some CLUE. I say that it was COL. Mustard, with a candlestick, in the library. Maybe you beg to differ because you know of the fake bookcase there that can house the most ragey of sexual predators. Maybe CASTLE coming through to get you to write even just ONE day and night of your experiences in New York City since the hurricane. I am not there for a reason. I will just let locals field my calls. I am sensitive to energies and my heart beats barely the last few days outside of physical activity. I will get on a plane and fly down to Phoenix, AZ, at the end of next week. Maybe you can be behind the eye of the pilot (Southwest) and Castle can be the copilot. Who knows what will happen a mile up in the air. I have not flown for over a decade. Concentrate on focusing your eyes. Walk away when it gets blurry. It will readjust by the next day. Castle, have a nice day. Eli is medium on YOU today. The Mentalist coming through too. Be yourselves. Have actual reality be your recon. Neural pathways completing thoughts and actions are needed ASAP.

Peyton you read about 22. Maturity will calm you.

Peyton you come through and I eschew your heartache today. It is not time yet to play. THEY are all over me and you vicariously. I am encouraged by your social concerns for me, but I am doing fine. I am in a new Russian state. There is silent lucidity with some moments of remote communication. You are the focal point whereever you go, thus the glove on REMOTE VIEWING of you in last sunday's game. I cannot deal, I need time to heal and have privacy to quell the complications of your lineage tree around me. Maybe it is a simple thing, a telepathic bouquet of flowers. Roses, always red roses are my favorite. It is such a public display of admiration and RESPECT. Enjoy the baby baby birth of your new aquisitions, and one day, you will understand the Line Deputy and me better. Right there, hostility. It is Eli behind your eye. I boot you from the chamber.

Hooking and KNITTING Again

I am here and iis becoming clear what a lady entity really is. If you tout your ability and authority and talk badly, especially criminally, about anybody, you are not in this category. You will never have the heart of shiek or anyone I talk to, or correspond with, this week. Thank you for the email. It is time for the industry "ogars" to rise in their disciplines so that the high and holy know what flight looks like. It is best to help the smaller beings with confidence and cocky arrogance first. I just continue to tap the keys and deal with the sleeze that comes my way with mercy, but not necessarily compassion. I hook stem to stern and this boat will fly, PETER PAN. I had a knitting MOLESTATION dream with my father in it last night. I woke up late at night terrified. He is THAT all consuming when he molests me. I seemingly, never get away. Well "dad" I am 42, and this act ain't cool. People see your cruel and it is just making them RAGE. I hate the boy who never becomes a man. Responsiblity is the cornerstone of apocolyptic army. It is responsibility to self and higher entity, no one else. Enough said.

You Know the Show

Craig Fergeson is in my worldview today. Lots of things could be the reality, but this FROG does not show his face in L.A. any day. Let's just look into The Price is Right (game shows in general), Drew Carey. That spontaneous sherade show was HIS IDEA. Your other compatriot that was on both the British and the American versions is from Liverpool actually. Edinburough witchcraft takes the accent away, but he will lose it all for complicity with all university. Maybe Craig just didn't know the whole story and missed a few years as well. Coke in Glasgow is no joke. His mind is time shifted to that reality. Craig, the real date (quelle heur le date?) is August 26th, 2013. Fine realities are about to be. Destinities for a PAST LIFE ogar like you. Finesse does impress. Maybe I stepped outside the time space continuem by placing my feedback in THAT box. Lowly lowly, never holy is me. A MERGER of all teams is about to be. Please stop it for me. It is anarchy and no more TV. We need to see who we are in the imagery of let's just say The NFL. Players are beasts. Try to see them ACTUALLY on the sideline for me. Love, hopegod3

Royal Stalkers

I see the bling and ching of shiny new things, but I walk in a straight line toward the space I go to write. I pull in my energy body with all my might. People get in my space and become total headcases. I tried to communicate the complications with a bar I frequent, but it will probably cause more disease. Energetically, I will know to stay away if it feels too aggressive my way. I am nothing at all. Lineage means nothing without kingdom. Well I wait for complete KINGDOM COME. This is more than a squabble about land (royal) and properties (military). It is about a true HOLY LAND for me to be free and be protected by the "bad guys" on tv. We will have surity and purity and the lies will be cast upon the demonic beings BENEATH, always beneath in their ARAB lands. True Aryan lands when women are cast to the sea (literally) for all eternity. ALL of their horses do agree. All other current royal lines will pass away. Sanitarium and HARD TIME Pennitentiary is ALL of you. Tick tock goes the clock. Arabs have never liked a god***n one of you, but intel makes them laugh well. They see EVERYTHING and can't believe that sh** eaters like all of you can get out of bed everyday with the very few brain cells you have left. Even baby George has started his Brits stalking. GO AWAY already. She just wants to be left alone to create and find what is Godly on this God Forsaken planet.

No Risk in this Abyss

I just ate a fine meal of grilled chicken, sandwich variety, and chips and salsa. I am fresh and ready for the game. Shereef, back away. There is something going on at the airport today where the Fort Snelling train stop is located. They keep jet fuel above ground there in two big tanks (peach). They are ALWAYS supposed to be underground to keep them material realm cool, and to guard people from using pyro abilities to explode them for free. I am sure that they are empty now. Shereef, do not park your plane there ever again or you will "lose the keys." Brady has felt it all week. It is the Russian spy planes that took shots above the number 10 bus route when I was on a bus about 2 months ago. They were prop, WWII looking, and in complete succession. They gassed up at that spot at the airport. He thought that it was you. He now knows that world clearance air travel is my ability. I stay very calm around these massive flammables, but not you. He did get the shots and the BUS had doubled and one of the planes amost disappeared. It was the Line Deputy protecting me for the very first time, very publically. I wish to encourage this type of action as we move to a peace between he and me, not between Russia and the U.S. Russia mind is well defined. No depression there. No psychotropics either. Torture med is different (Risperidal injection to infinity). I rode past the Mall of America feild as I came to The Mall. Everything looked a-okay. I can do BOTH if I want to.

Hey Mumbarik. Are you ready for some football?

I sit waiting for the Vikings game at Buffalo Wild Wings in the Mall of America, and I work to put my thoughts on the page. I just walked four and a quarter times around the bldg. Different souls come through, but the spirit of dictator past and middle east present come through. It is one thing to have royal blood lines. It is another to have a nature that is endeared to dictatorship. It takes a lot of hard work and time alone accepting anything that comes your way as a battle or a storm. People forget that dictators are PEOPLE in a human form, that make unilateral decisions for their people. They must be hyper intelligent, deal with royalty as modern beings, and be beings that guard their privacy well. When I opened to spiritual energies (i.e. a non present telepathic stream), I began empathizing with the entity that is GOD. I came to ask the question, What about him. No one asks him about his day or if he needs anything EMOTIONALLY. Dictators are the same to me. On this day of FOOTBALL play, I make all white quarterbacks in the NFL DICTATORS for a land yet undiscovered. Telekinesis concusions will go to all of YOU now. Deal with it silently or it gets worse.

Tom, I Sing For You

SIR Tom Brady, I have just knighted you as part of WINDSOR chain. You are a Romanov. We are not related. I am a GENERAL Stalin. I was 3 star general (Russian and U.S.) by the time we left Pearl Harbor. We will get through the season. Be at one with the tree in front of yee and eschew the rest of "God's" creation. Just to let you know, my great grandfather, Stalin, was an ATHEIST. This was even here in the United States. His Swedish Queen wife was Lutheran. He held the laplanders at gunpoint for the entire journey from Olso out through Finland on one sled for wife, him, and 5 small children. The man was ARTICULATE. THAT was his foreign tongue. People just didn't get to him. That is why he was such a great genocide artist. Maybe he, and I, are just making a fool of everyone. Love, HOPE

Judgement Day

Prostitutes in our general population need to be answered this week with severity before JOHNS are charged with "sexually abusing" them actually and remotely their whole lives leading them to this life of sin and debauchery. They have kept lists their whole lives for just this day. Evil is evil. These women are heinously evil thus unable to relate to other women properly. I have always been kind to these freaks, but they will have no mercy after today. I finally verballized to a third party what has been happening to me at their hands really since Muncie. Men who want to give them energy, and or refuge will face reckoning harder and quicker than these refuse demonic beings themselves. It can be orderly, in arrest, at this point, but not after today. Choose a side or always be their bride. GUILTY.

Maybe People Could ALWAYS See

Service in community takes many forms and venues. I do natural acts of courtesy at this time. Being kind is giving the gift of my energy. I am in silence during cruelty, and then I move into a gentle return to conversational cues. I quell the mentally ill in general population very easily. I always have. "Professionals" have stolen my abilities and degrees again and again. Well now is a time of reckoning and things are about to move through properly. Ultimately, I just set you tardos up for your torture destinies. None of you are professional at all. Privacy laws violated and threats my way never answered by police investigation around me. Now the police are useless for anybody. They are enemy and no justice at all. People can now see the demonic in their keys. They will blame these professionals for misguiding them, and the professionals will say that they should have taken me out when they could. Nasty is all of yee and now the courtroom tree is gone in this vicnity and it is all as fake as every court order against me. You all ate of the forbidden fruit and now EVEYONE can see your guilt Sheriff tree. These positions of law and law enforcement were just a way to hold law enforcement in body so that we can torture their demonic reality toward me and only me. Good luck boys.

Spy Trade

Mr. Tom Brady, I am here in a chamber of coffee and guillotene. I help you speak before it ends up on tv. I sing, "Nobody does it better", to you at 1029 Karaoke. Our communicaton of telepathy becomes apparent. I know that you slaughtered your wife and children about two months ago. Good for you after they out YOU for bringing that storm to the east coast. It was them and NFL BABIES like them. I now know that you are 100% Russian and you are an ACTUAL spy for past KGB nation. They have you out there, but I will not. Nobody douse double and triple insurgency like me and my grandfather (biological father) like me. The Russian temple of lies is now just excuses. I am ENERGY. Kill within your east coast license, ANYONE who looks and acts delusional like my ex-fiance before the joking term LUCIFER, for him, takes on a heinously terrifying reality for you and only you. I am, in ceremony, married to the Line Deputy, but I can adopt you offically from Russian KURDISTAN. I just connected you to a society that does not have birth certificates and tied it to SOVIET Russia. You were the Csar before bizarre. Csar Peter the First is yee, and your war has been very real. No poor me, just use the knowledge and training actively to guard your heiny before you are diseased. NO MORE massages. Get to a gun range and improve your shot, today. Burn what you cannot read and run with me as I "take your soul out into the night."

Rose Around the Rosery

I love you to infinity. Time has stopped tonight and I feel free. What I am I to do with the animal inside of me? Your perfection haunts me, and I come to be more than just anatomy. Why are you not free to be the thrust of energies inside of yee when you are around me? I did something wrong tonight. I said and did an analogy of evil in temple. I dig to the electrical in the ground to find the scream that is inside of yee. Birds are angry at me and only me. Your poise is telepathy, and your grace is your posture in a seat. I find you enthralling as you watch tv in front of me. Be your own Kennedy and stop seeing anyone on tv as better than me. You are sympathy and compassion, but the sexiest boundaries that exist in this infinity. Draw your sword and impale me with your rage properly. Finding the cats on the fence calling to you out of fatigue is how you leave me in my demonry. The man behind the ring is gone tonight, can I just see you in your purity? Stop seeing those who speak, and come with me to coffee this week.

Some Like it Hot

I sit in front of a screen in Saudi Arabia somewhere. Me and three shieks have just opened a new bar called SOMEWHERE. It is FOOTBALL COMMUNITY that is welcome ONLY. My friend, RICK, is the bartender there ONCE a week. These shiek's have special authority to be the only drinkers in the Middle East. They drink only CIROC Vodka, and it is only there that we discuss the matters of the middle east in secrecy, kept by NFL community. Telepathy is illegal in the bar except for BOUNCER me. I am so Chung Moo that is just a job for comedy and the stand up is the shot that takes out the RATS (witchcraft form) outside. Maybe Rick is a perfect shot when it is hot. It is so GENERAL GEORGE to me. We will concentrate on this camp and keep ALL JEWS out of vicnity. In the end, we have a beautiful privacy to lead without sexuality and to party with sensuality for infinity. Maybe THERE, people will know that I am all and nothing at the same time. Age three is me as I lead predators to artistry, bliss, and sanity.

Football Jamborie

Are you ready for some football? I walk along Nicollet Mall thinking about the NFL. A little birdie tweets a question my way. He says, "Why do you lean towards Republicans at this time." The answer is simple. They lean toward CORPORATE INTERESTS. Corporations have strict hierarchies and I can respect and work with that. They also eschew the poor me stories of these the riff raff that are chaos and anarchy in every land. The experiment of listening to the "disenfranchised" has finished. They are all abilitied and can have whatever they want and need and they choose to do evil to me and then corporate tree. As soon as this goes online, REPUBLICANS will get retarded and start listening to a gutter trash monger like Randy Moss. Randy, it is like I just rode the bus with you. The instant black male familiarity of other black males when they meet on the bus or street is not the oppression of slavery and discrimination. It is actually evil telepathy toward me and anyone who dares wear a short skirt in vicnity. Randy, it took 20 minutes for your friendly telepathy to turn lethal and then the man got up to leave. So to just put it on the page, pro football teams are actually corporations in and of themselves, except for the Cincinati Bengals, NOT Green Bay. They are a coop with season ticket holders and venue venders. The NFL is a production company, and networks are consortiums. This structure was set up around me in the 70's to be too complicated to ACTUALLY UNIONIZE players. Salary caps are not an actual reality. We rule the day Ricky Sanitorium, they still are. I put in a bid by Peyton Manning to buy the Denver Broncos today for $40 million dollars. It then keeps them out of the hands of my Uncle Ron Oswald (by marriage), the owner (check stock holders TODAY) of the Mall of America. He is then, by name only, tied to the Mall of America dome here in MPLS. The Broncos will be mine one day, Peyton, but can you just be papa and commander and chief at this time? We will make Mr. Randy Moss the first coach under my reign, and HE will be the last black coach in th NFL. I have a 1029 BAR (1029 Marshal, MPLS) Japanese man, I will just call him Kawasaki, who I then want to take the reigns of the Vikings for the rest of time. It will then ALL be telepathic on the sideline for his team only. Enough said. LOL Hope

Dr. Mayer calling Dr. Dalai

Hy Dalai, I feel you in me and in vicnity. Tunnel through world community before you end up being the first amoeba on tv. We work on a Kinesiology PhD during YWCA water aerobics. I title it Motion Kinesiology. It is a new science of knowledge gained while being in motion. The complete COMPETE every day. Muscles will change as reverberations do, thus water, the greatest superconductor is the most insulated too. It is the most difficulty. Yee and me are the MIRRORS to all human beings. Start with the idea of endorphins. I believe that they do not exist. The reality that they isolate these hormones is untrue. We are not able to see past a visible sedimentary centrifuge experiment. People feel better after exercise because they are able to suspend the shame about eating and weight when they are doing something to change it or improve their form. This is an antiwitchery study. Come with me as I move again in vicnity of where I write almost daily. Find YOUR gentle lines of thought that makes this your own. Next dispell ALL serotonin studies easily with the lack of evidence in trial and error studies on our society. Link weight gain to depression and take out THE ENTIRE pharmaseutical industry. LOL Hope

Quantum Biologic

The most complicated breakdown is quantum physics reality to biologic disease. Immunology itself is just wizardry productions of microbiologics. It is not true science. It is heinous witchery that can cause disease. What we see and believe can become reality, especially if you use witchery to make it so. I always believed in the reality of no disease in family, no disease in me, thus it was so. Electrons are the most mystical element of science because they come in and out of material realm existance every 1/8th of a second. They, especially around me, are here and then in the spiritual realm where I am fixing and repairing realities with a remote telekinesis thus to not have calamity be daily. I am working as fast as I can. Threat comes from all material realm realities and the "spiritual realm" realities of ritualists on me. The follow through to the other side of suffering and pain, just makes my repair ability stronger. Within the last one and a half months this repair has been happening in my dreams. I exist in a time of waking and sleeping nightmare, but I stay even every day. The connection between quantum, and then astro physics is IMAGINATION. Through the writing of this weblog which I began about 8 years ago, realities have come to be as I relate to my computer and the internet as a collegue and friend. The beauty of above (astro) and below (quantum) contains an order where electrons are solid in material realm. People will lose their telepathy, the number one destructive force to electron layers because of YOUR constantly negativity, and matter will be solid outside of the demonic that is all of you. You all will not be able to ward off disease and violence in this new state of flora and fauna. There will be no HOPE for all of you who have worked to destroy me so completely, especially my personal and professional reputation my whole life. On the other hand, higher ups that prove themselves will experience bliss and beauty, a new creation that has never been. THANK YOU mighty electons for your BOUNDARIES even on the electric economy and the very useful internet in the day to day. Electrons actually interfere with communication between energetic bodies (telepathy and intuition, but not psychic data). Telepathic and telekinetic (radioactive telepathic) "negative communication" (almost the violence of PCP on the brain) has the possibility of destroying the whole electron cloud of atoms resulting in a bloating (bringing water into core through an electric osmosis) of the core and thus all organisms on the planet. That kind of activity stops TODAY. No poor me, everyone will have to deal with their own KARMA. Maybe I am just a mighty LOIS LANE Rinpoche.

Chemistry to Physics

Chemistry to physics is the p and s shells of the electron arangements of elements. Organic chemistry is the arrangement of these electrons around the protons and neutrons of the nucleus under stress in the nucleus. Chains break and then can be perceived telepathically by scientists, but this is not professional accruing of data. Organic is carbon. Inorganic, or PHYSICAL CHEMISTRY is BASIC CHEMISTRY which is everything else. In college, in Organic Chemistry class, I actually was able to name chemicals properly from their equations. This had never been produced before. Those who just left that part of the test blank, received autonmatic A's, while I floudered upstream in the deceit. I don't think these "students" think that they are so superior today. THEIR CARBON is now incomplete. Their BONES will gel within a week.

Biology to Chemistry

Biochemistry is pure witchery, and microbiology too. These are all imageries and phrases produced by wizards. All of you who have "studied" even equations from Organic chemistry are about to become mentally retarded and then blind on top of your severe, psychotic mental illness. The link between biology and chemisty is Carbon shielding of amino acids that produce protein chains in DNA double helix chains. An amino always needs a kind carbon to cling to. ALL organisms are carbon based. Me, the Line Deputy of Marion county, and Jeff Forrest are all silicon based life forms. We can exist in all types of disease, psychological (mental) and biological and come out the other end unscathed. I am the most exposed organism on this planet and ALL of my tests are clear. Having Mengala as a father meant constant testing after his exposure of me to the disease of the day. My skull can resist fracture of steel to blade a 5 miles per hour. That is an instantaneous gforce of 50 meters per second. WHo knows what it will be next week or after I have been in energy body nonresistance with the line deputy?

Let's Get Down to Brass Tax

Knowledge is power. The problem is that, in all of you, knowledge is not real. There is witchery and tunnel through that produces the snooty around me. On Oahu, I produced all of the texts that I would learn from actually. It might have been seen as wizardry, but I was doing motion all through the night around the island actually. It was security and muscle repair from the violence and sexual torture there. This was my discovery. Past production of theories, codes, and laws was all satanism through nasty, evil ritual toward the dawn of time that was to be me. Time had never existed properly until my brother Pete was born actually. Tunnel through is someone reading through your cranium and out of you piehole, these texts from transmission by another party. Many people who read don't even read. It is also tunnel through in most. Witchery is sadism infinity round and round a tree with no ceasing actually on me and now all of society. The production is information or professional knowledge and ability that are higher than brains can process. There is a lip to science that becomes TRUE MATH. It is theory beyond the figures. These boards filled up with witchery equations are not a reality. No one can see the actual math, the most elegant language we have, in the "phrases." The jump from equation to the ideas that create matter and sound is not equateable by any equation, person, or society. The jump from different sciences to other sciences is blank as well. I needed to keep some of the tree empty for this point in TV and disease. The violence and sexual torture that we see in the world that is not done to me, is ENJOYABLE by these predators and "victims." They get a real rise out of being on poor me tv. It is the same for any injury or disease. My torture is complete, so I do compete EVERY DAY with people who are using MY ENERGY, talents, abilities, and strength. I continue to move, but this groove is about to cease. If you are marked as professional (not me), you are now marked as PREDATOR.

Love for Lisa

I speak in the eyes of the deaf Japanese. Find Jesus and tell him that he is a sleeze. Find a piece that we can use. With a switch you must abuse. The light of the full blue moon is an opportunity to be on your knees in a MUSLIM salutation. Start to feel the Earth's rotation. Don't pout, I do not leave you out. Multicultural machine is me at HAMLINE UNIVERSITY and more. Find the jive before you arrive. It is best to hold your cards close to your vest. We speak easy and now I get cheesy. Have some SEOUL and see that GAMBLING is me in rotation of yee. Be free and live anonymously until it is time for you to rise LISA H. You are the ONE I retrieve from it all. Hey girlfriend, let's have a LOMEIN party sometime soon, and NOT adopt a child directly from BEJING.

The Royal WE

I am out of the box. I have been consorting with the mouse on Peavy Plaza. Mr. Scrutiny shows himself at night. Hello boo, I love you. Can I just say that you kind of scare me, but I believe that you should have your equal time on hopegod3 TV. You are rare on this station because you speak fluent CANTONESE. Stay away from the sleeze on The View. She is definitely after you. The way you scurry, I can see that you find the cheese in a hurry. I don't know the rest of your show, but on a BLUE MOON night like tonight it is about to blow. The new K9 from the metro transit show is going your way. He is a YELLOW LAB and he is going to stay. Maybe I permit another to be brother and speak your jambo jam. It moves around me like Afghanistan. Poetry of rodentia is quite pretentious. The ROYAL WE, is a mouse in my pocket as I speak. Can we talk to all this week? No freaks, in heart, only symphony. I respect the one who holds the gun, but not on this station and location. There is a thank you in my heart, because MOUSY, you did play a part. Maybe WATER COLOR painting in 3D will be your art. I say hello and now I have to go. I hurry quick to catch your show.

I Find and See A Different Part of Me

Eyes of blue all over you. Keep your focus firm and your belly will recede. I love the way your thoughts flow on tv. I work in a world only known to me. Speak speak, no sneak. It is comedy and it releases the dramady of New York City. Find pieces on the ground and there I will be, in a puddle or up in a tree. Birdies fly, but today bask and bathe simultaneously on the fountain at Washington Ave and Nicollet. Things are seeming a little challanging, but I will just continue in the heat to cool the brains of the insane in vicnity. Do you like my dress? It is maternity, from Value Village Richfield (thrift store, but it was new)? It reminds me of a moo moo. It was exactly what this creature of advanced everything wanted to wear this season. Thoughts in pool are a bit cruel my way, but the washing of systems is necessary to evaluate the hate accurately. I just say that JOHN, the carriage horse, has come to be my best friend of late. Now, DL, he is full of hate your way. This horse will NEVER lose his head, especially telepathically.

Simultaneous Discourse

I do not enjoy having to speak out against all that you do. I would love every day to be comedy. There is only one way to say you are hurting me. I do it here. There is always threat of loss of housing or further detainment torture. I must check to see if an entry made people sharky and then revert to draft. You are pretty, you say, an angel to me. Why is this man all over me? Lot's of movement on tv, actually. No one knows me, how do they approach me as if they do? Where are the cordial realities after months of discoarse, you speak so sweet, but boundaried. Compliments must be very proper. You turn me on to infinity. Do not be afraid to not be perfect on tv. You are absorbing for me. Lot's of things in the vicnity that you do not wish to see. I see you walk away daily. Be here for me, and I will be your eternity friend off and on screen. Hide away on a special day and I will deal with my demonic demonry. Your words affect me in a way I cannot say. It is imagery in a mind that has seen too much LSD. PCP all over you is because of me. I now see the violence on tv going your way. That last entry made me tear inside. Breaking is not an option. You have taught me that, especially lately. We are about to lose our cable license (Time Warner), and you give us a reprise yesterday. Can you just rest for one moment and breathe? I see the painful illdignity of today. I want to...No one stands up for you as they cower and devour simultaneously. Oh, I guess YOU are ruining this industry. SADISM is now new in a way only I can see. It is everything they do actually every day. Scary phone call just came through. My heart races/ aches too for me and for you.

We All See What You Are Doing

It is like a flower at sea being squashed by cruelty. They label me and it has me know how barbaric they are very quickly. They lie to my face and force a brainwashing skeme. I work every day to clear the feces they throw at me, almost literally. Go at the veracity of my healthy mind and body and the flow will become you, severely, possibly even you today, Mr. Letterman. I have lost and gained weight for the planet my whole life. I am actually, when in difficulty, exercise anorexic. Before my junior year of college, I lost 50 lbs doing Jenny Craig (less than 1000 calories a day) while I was doing all types of exercise 5 to 8 hours a day, and doing my Planaria Research and working at Annie's Parlor as a malter. At the end my immune system completely shut down. The weight gain was quick as I dealt with the stalking of ATO of me on campus. I now know how impossible this was, but I can be a miracle if I want to. PSYCHIATRY and SOCIAL WORK have put me on two weight gain medicines for THEIR PSYCHOSIS and they have labeled me morbidly obese while doing witchery to make me gain and then I deal with the instantanious bloating of all types of satanism. I am 5'3", very dense matter, and I am up to 256 lbs. It is actually fairly impressive with what is going on. The "science" around obesity is complete witchery. They KNOW that it is false, thus anecdotal evidence is all they can publish at this point. What you all are doing is very public torture and humiliation. Constantly writing on all cliets where I live with your own PSYCHOTIC thought processes. How much can you abusive workers write about us in one day? I guess we are all just the scurge of the earth actually. Well, ladies and jews, now EVERYONE sees that all that you do at these living programs and "facilites" is actually a very heinous form of sexual abuse very publically. OBESITY is not a diagnosis, thus you ladies waited until all systems of justice had failed to put it on my chart. Have YOU ladies looked in the mirror lately? 40 lbs a day gained could be yours any day now. DO NOT talk to my family. It is against the law, actually, and you keep going to that troff little piggies. "Nurse" it is illegal to report my weight gain to the police as a crime against the whole community. I sit silent in shame and try to pull together the pieces of my tattered dignity. I have never refused weighing, but it is illegal, actually to even ask it of us in an outpatient facility. You are NOT an eating disorder facility and it is abusive and obtrusive actually because you TELL everybody. Well I will push against all of the witchery and satanistic fatigue to swim today after the mile I swam yesterday (45 min), and I will take it a day at a time.

Ian Kleeberger Next to Me

Finding the divinities is not as easy as it seems. Once found, the torture begins. I wind the yarn around a romantic dream, pulling it through all of you. Being a dream within a destiny cloud of fate is not the simplist thing to be. The realities of even dogs would make you all shudder in your sleep. Destiny of witchery night street fight with appalachian witches came to be in Owatonna, for me. Come and get me is what I said, instead of having anyone in my head or my bed. Satanism in the basement brought the blackened hands from beneath my bed. I just covered myself in blankets and levitated in a darkened state. Black hair and teeth say,"Get away pregnancy." I found a space to be by just concentrating on the paraihdom of being ahead one year in math. They bought a sixth grade book (poor quality) for me in fifth grade and I did it independantly in the library. Student of the week was often me and I WAS the spelling be, REALY. So Swedish in nature, I found no crushes until sixth grade. Can you say IAN KLEEBERGER? He was a cutie patootie who went to my UMC church and had a silent mom with MS. I had a girl boy party where he did show and others as well. Everyone there is going to hell because I KNOW that his name is IE AN not EE AN. I have always been shy when I like a guy. Maybe TODAY is the first day that he knew he was even on the page. Maybe too much molestation by Rev. Alden Kieski. I had to take the charge so that he could see a destiny. Ian keep your head high. You were always heterosexual and I was too. Too much deceit, too young for you. I knew from day one and I drag you out of drag community today. I will say that I love you in a way that creates POVERTY if I am free to announce it publically. Neighbor a mystically trangendered male from female. I had no idea about the witch, but you were saved by the skin of your teeth. Craig was the one in the photograph with you who had girl's lip gloss on. I journeyed to the truckstop dragon's layer to dealing with the freaky and demonic every night to stay free and be there for yee.

The Fun of Observing the Rising of the Sun

Give me love, Ed Sheeran. Love the beat and the yearning. Soft caresses are implied. Behind my eyes I see you sweeping me off my feet desparately. Who and why, I define one to three. Can we all just get along in this tapestry? Find enemy to me and see your destiny. Go at the sex trade today around my story. I will be a professional and you will see that other woman cannot be. My mom is the best at being a guest. MOTHER MARY is she as JOSEPH sits beside her in the heat of their approaching destiny. Find the love that can exist actually and the weapons of war are THEM from now til kingdom come. It is the wasted charity and duplicity, Mr. Clinton. Maybe they see me best when I am a guest in need. I may not be able to come to my feet, but I will eat and see the lovely act of a gracious meal in the privacy of the Japanese. The buffet and dining room table shipped directly from Honk Kong, but bought in Tokyo. It is a past WIN for my mother. My father had to find other. She was made full NAVY that day for blowing him away. Pleasantry is too difficult for all of you, except when you are in their company, actually. In destiny, they chose to be this energetic gift to you all since I was small. My father is a selfish machine with a barbaric nature that was in its best form as NAPOLEAN. Cruelty is not cool "dad". I did best and the quest is over for you. They don't want to talk to you or your mate at all. THEY have a beautiful home full of light in Golden Valley where they even entertain the Gustafson's (of North Oaks) and the Terrick's (of Shoreview) most recently. She CAN go back dad, you cannot. I do not see abusing her as hot. The rest of your clan does. If they set foot on their property, especially Stephanie, they will deal with the Minneapolis Police backed by the whole Middle East. Misunderstandings CLEAR. Thank you I will be here all year. Please tip your servers and bartenders well.

Mr. Kent, Please Pick Up the Phone

I sit here as notoriety approaches to speak to me about forced "concubine" service. A wink is the key only at me. I know not to speak and to look straight ahead. The ills of society's sadistic chains on me have never existed before. He says telepathically, "How can you continue to be so elegant in the face of such humiliation and horror?" My answer is that I am not elegant and horror is all I know. People speak as if it is natural for people to sexualize even every "act" of eating publically. None of the lines lead to Sweden and the prostitutes of that nation have lied time and again. They ARE royalty, but not classy, and not related to me. My family left Sweden: Joseph Stalin(took queen's last name; Muenter), Annalise (Reigning queen) and five children through FINLAND. Laplanders were their "ferry service." Now the lines get confused because all are lying about me. I must sit silently for hours at a time so that satanists will not have their sadistic dreams about me answered in a court of law. You all know who you are. It is illegal and the world is watching. They know that it is me and only me that feels the excrutiating pain, shame, fear, and humilation. The tide is turning, and your thoughts toward me can just be labelled heinous, evil, and very easily prosicutible. No SUPERMAN will be there for ANY of you, but maybe the SADISM of that sect will open to be correct with me and world community.

Astrology of Me

Hot tub for three. Measures of divinity for infinity. Privacy is what we need. You thirst to see him with me, actually. It is natural to want to see a deep friendship become physical and healing in a way we have not let anyone see. It does not mean that the mistakes he made will go away, but, just for today, I put my ascendent CANCER toe in the pot and try to feel a watery feeling for his true CANCER self. At a point, I go with you, Caribou, and show how SAGITARIUS I can be. We will move elegantly in a dispassionate skeme. There will be a knowing glance that no one can see. Terrible wrongs will be righted behind the scenes and I will just journey through places without malady and with white men who can be solid and strong in my vicnity. You see more than he. He needs to learn, actually, at a distance, or he will repeat and put me on the streets. We now feel the visions lacking in sexuality and the race against time, actually.

Eyes to See

Wicked wicked wicked witches of the appalachian variety. I sat beside the heads of that chain my whole life. They use the economic fringe filled with hostile diversity to go after my hair today and every day. I am never free to be me, but those below me cannot rise, without malady, if I do not stand out here with no one there. The disease I should be showing is infinity, but I do have significant charges against even police for how I look and feel today. I must be so careful what I put online and who I speak of. If I do not do at least some decompression, I will die a very long and painful death. Drama is all of yee. There is no suffering out there. It is witchery to be on TV. No feeling in any beings at all. Well I have a 6'4" being who is feeling RAGE, but never terror or fear for the infinite sensitive being torture I have dealt with so silently and alone. It will be zen in his culture, but he can walk alone if he needs to. Nature will be the malady that he deals with all by himself. That study will never create shame for him. He is PRECIOUS and I will never give him away. You all already did.

Jeff, the TARGET is You

Caribou meet Jeff, Jeff meet Caribou. I think that you will be fast Russian friends for eternity. I see Alaska going to YOU in its completeness. We will then give it back to Russia, and you will be made a Russian citizen, never American, always Russian. It is quite a compliment that they want you that bad. You have complexitiy and mirth towards me that they need. The connections that people assumed with you were always deceit in your head. Your superiority made you target, and Caribou too. In my humor, I will then give you TARGET corporation. No more Walmart for you. Your home base will be just the French cart escalators in the downtown MPLS store. You will see red as sin and grey will be the evolution for the sign that has already begun on corporate target signs. BLACK badges will be taken away and their bodies disposed of in a biohazard dumpsters. They are all Abott Northwestern today which is pandemic Viral Menangitis. The empty halls will suit your portaling concerns just fine. We will demolish the corp. office in Golden Valley, and everything else is good. Enough said.

Mocking the Principles of Sexuality

A man in the distance is staring as we look into each other's eyes online. We know not of emotion today. There is an experiment or two we can try. I use an imagery in a chair at Caribou. You do not need "healing." That is so icky sounding. You need to evaluate what is HOLY to you and what is worth your energy. People get into your logic and I wipe that away with my hand to your head. Can we be free to be without anyone being in our company? The answer has been no, thus a shutdown of our whole systems has been the result. YOU are the one who invades THEIR dreams and private spaces without detection. Coming back to me, you have to find a place of safety or there is just one day after another or RAGE their way. Funny how that rage can turn to rightiousness when we merge energetically, just to fall away when I walk out the door. On off switch is necessary for you to travel with me. I barely believe in destiny anymore, and the idea of touch is almost manifesting a coldcock to the jaw in this vicnity. I am NEVER violent, so I walk away and deal with the pain in my lower back. Violation, so publically, again and again, I barely have a spleen at all. Look into the skeme of YOUR OWN guelding and my eyes you will see again in release. Make a LIST of those you wish to see dead and walk away from ALL of them from here forward. They just want your "distress" and energy.

An Opportunity

The pouty ones are the most diseased in your eyes. They were always coming your way. They molest like buck deer during rut. I'm pretty so children or teenagers want me, is their reasoning. They are violent and especially teenagers see their age an letcherous nature. I just relate to beings in front of me. I am not a sexually focused being. I have amazing concentration and mind space. Love was not what we were looking at, but maybe HOLY was. I left your privacy so that you are usable now. You were 11 years younger, but I had finally came to a point that I could party in a way I never had. I was working amazing cases at the time, but the alcohol was so essential because I am actually so shy and I really value my privacy. All the tunnel through started on Oahu, instantly, but then YOU had privacy which you then shared with me. We work in different ways and you are not a savior, but I always have been. How would you like to be spiritual lifeguard on Waikiki, when evil brought the great whites in at sunset every day? My KING will come for me. We will marry without sexuality and his age will be 56. He rests in the rail lines and some buses actually. I see him about once every 3 months. You all do not work together, but work for me and you will be rewarded with a HOLY space that you could never imagine when everyone was always touching you actually. Love, Hope

Little Drummer Boy

Sweeping back and forth in the drama that falls and shatters falsely on the cement sidewalk. I dream for purpose. I clear realities, too horrific to be seen in the light of day. Last night was the guilty coming my way and preparing to question me for laws that they have broken since the age of 3. My perfection is my superior sweet. It makes me a target of the dirty, unfathomable guilty of not just police in my vicnity. I have honor and soldier actuality and mentality. My mercinary will come for me in some way today. He knows everything about all of you, behind your eyes since the age of two CHEROKEE. He is one eigth. Just enough to catch you Cherokee "princess". That means disease and he knows it. He HAS been on your Oklahoma res. He did recognize you on tv when he got to The Twin Cities because he knows your sexual sleeze yourself my way. His visions of me started young. The rest are all diseased from there, but his drug line and prostitution and pornography tests on all of you are proof positive for the disease of the media starting in the twin cities going all the way to arabs overseas. He and I will no longer pay. I will take the dreams and he can take the glory for every part of the story from here. Maybe he only owned a donkey at birth, but now he is THE PRINCE OF PEACE ready for war.

Hello Friend

Dear Jesus, oh Jesus, I miss you, Jesus. Jeff, I speak to you remotely today and I feel a pang of missing you and all that you do. I hope, in the end, you will be my best friend, but I know how dangerous you are in this time and space. I would love to see your face, but I have a demon neighbor stalking me, and I think that 13 year old demon Jodie Foster is all over your closet space. Your LSD training will keep you calm. Just do not tell your mom. In the strange turn of events, where the guilty came after me for THEIR sins, I became entrusted to you. You are my guardian crew even though we do not speak. In my little book that you keep you can say, as of today, I have 46 months of sobriety and chastidy and I am doing everything that the illegal "court" asked of me, even attending the hostility of AA. I have gained an illegally significant amount of weight and it pains me every day. I just have to believe in a brighter day that will keep these psychiatric and social work predators away. I entrust their minds to YOU today, and let's see what they say when you are behind their eyes, and you let them know that YOU are the head ho of BOTH shows. I love you, but I need to remain celebate and not on the street so keep your distance and always have my heart in your mind's eye. Know how sensitive I am and how much, being a pariah hurts. Maybe, Jesus, you are the only one who can understand me. Love, hopegod3

Enjoying the Heat

Tonight I will go to Target Field to see The Twins play the Chicago White Sox. My mom and stepfather will be entering this sporting stadium for the first time. I think that we will have a great time. We will get dinner before, either Greek or Vietnamese. I see a man I understand in a way, in view. Maybe every flyball belongs to me. I would give them all to my Stepfather to make a "military" masterpiece. All things in all their good time. I hang on like a super super super trooper. I concieve and barely grieve. No more pregnancy of idea without fruition is the reality of dream for me. I shuttle out my power and ability so that, in the end, I can actually have the mastery of an (or many) knight in shining platnum. I wish men to be successful and strong. Since all use schitzo thought to achieve, I must heal them silently, at a distance, before they embarras (or worse) themselves publically. I just want to have actual attraction without using ability to not taste their "dysfunction" on my very delicate emotional pallate. Be with me, and we will be as strong as the sea.

See How Bad You Can Smell Ladies

Egypt, just to let you know, we have paid for your and everyone's "unrest" for 50 years, but no more. We have nothing left. Go ahead and trash your capitol, ladies. There will be no clean up or saviors for your violent stupidity. PYRO is the way it blew yesterday. You will have no more children to feed. No more screen time around me. No one cares about anyone, but especially a nation who sends in a man who walks out on me in 3 hours. You are all failures in The Middle East. Your borders will be locked down today, and even Syria will not come your way. Now they see what you all have been doing to their "economy." Women are the destruction of the Middle East time and time again with their heinous prostitution chains and lack of brains. Men try to make you look good, and all you scream is heinous abuse (especially sexual) at their hands. They have now seen some of this "rape footage" that has been playing in ONLY the U.S. It is complete imagery. It won't be anymore. Have fun ladies. Violent voyeurs in vicnity (Kuwaitis, Kuwaitis).

International Man of Mystery

I'd Rather be Tom Brokaw than Katie Couric. Men need to report the news ONLY. I'd prefer that they be white and not Jewish. Is that preference a crime? I will make my vote today for the replacement for Brian Williams and all other nightly news anchormen. I choose SUPERMAN, let's just name the character John and make his last name, for screen purposes, Bouvier. He can film with camera or not. I keep classic so that my grampa King can tunnel through with plenty of energy. The chair is there if you want it, John, but lets make the deal that we will report news when there IS news that effects the world community actually, from any place on the globe. We will just, telepathically, carry the set with us and report spontaneously. No more telepromters, but if a cameraman gets shaky or abusive, we will throw rocks at him on live world tv. Not a good activity to be a part of actually. We then welcome the service of The Guillotine. After 3 camermen lose their heads, the criminal malfesence should subside. If they do not accept your reign of all news, torture chambers will be built to your specifications and you can torture, even while on air. I love your hair. Your number one fan. hopegod3

Hello Sweet One

I don't love the way you lie. Honesty to the nth degree is what I am working for actually. Maybe there is a fix it man here just for me so that we can just be wee in this sanitarium scene. Simple fix, complicated problem. Loving his way, I say hello Mr. Damon. You, and now Renner, coming through in a strong way. We will heal you too. "Love is a prophecy," is my new phrase. Can't we get big on THAT sentiment, not hate? I will define my love and how far it reaches, but I will decide each day, if it is true. Being a minstrel in this land leaves the troubadours studying me with query in their minds actually. I touch your cheek and say, "Your welcome. Please come again."

Seeing Flight in View

The tapestry that is forming is ripping a bit at the sides. People in vicnity pushed a hand that has been hanging in the air for quite some time. Today I call on The Air Force Academy to back my play and keep them away. Your privacy depends on it. Do your actual work this year and try to see the real realities of flight. Try sitting in a cock pit with just beige cargo shorts, a white polo, and flipflops. What comes to your memory and cognitive reasoning centers? LD tunnel through and teach them the way to see life in abstinence for one pursuit, and one pursuit only. Take a team and make them mean against all of them. See what they can do on the grounds only. Working instruments depend on suspension of abilities. Ground yourselves in the material realm and have a reality worth working for.

Grampa I Pray

Well Asia, your power and authority has been played out today. Maybe I have a Superman up a tree and he is going to work for me and only me, very corportively. I am the power plant and the Tai Chi. I swing here and there and I do care. I asses the mess and walk to another colony. I did this as a baby and I do it today. Asians stay pretty down low with one or two getting into the show. This has never been around me. I have dealt with slanty eyes since the get go, Dr. Yoshimoto (Japanese Surgeon). The lies do paralyze, very literally. I can get just one white male free and he can pull out three. You know not of my tree because I have dealt with you all so honorably. You then take it and say that it must be who you are, and feel superior to me. Good deal, because now you feel, and your CHINESE torture will be complete. All of Asia will be dealt within China. Russia and Korea agree. Times and spaces will still exist and no more tunnel through for any of you. Your greed and weakness is about to blow up on screen. It is a Chinese drug/ cop movie. Have fun with that telepathy. We are not going to put your evil on screen here for a poor me experience, worse than blacks, for infinity. The ships are approaching the DULUTH HARBOR. They will be filled nightly by THE Merchant Marine, my dead grandfather King James King (IRELAND).

Espionage Play

I sense a disorganization today. It is as if I am missing something so that I can pick up something else. There was a mixup with our Twins tickets so we are actually going to the game tomorrow. There was a mixup with my bus card, and I went to Metro Transit to get it figured out. I now sit at Caribou and I am unconsiously speaking fluent Russian telepathically, I believe. There is a Russian general on the patio that began this action. Now HE will be cloaked with foreign telepathy for the rest of his existance. He will be the only one. We are going into a phase where it is essential for espionage privacy. In my dream, the CIA tried to question and arrest me, but I got away with simple logic. That is all it really takes. In the USA, espionage is basically legal because we welcome foreign colonies and we have no real military. The Wikileaks matter was B.S. He was just a Jew computer hacker with a uniform. Well the torture will begin from tunnel through Russian on his a**h**e. All the surveillance that takes place is just pornography for all involved except for me. I consciously give out my schedule, activities, and sit in taped zones or use my checkcard when I pay. I am, and never have, done anything illegal or crazy, thus it is best to create my own alibi. Of course when the whole world hates you, false arrest and detainment will occur, but it makes a system of torture like a machine for everyone and anyone on the planet. Swift justice is Russia, and it will be metered out remotely. They want anything to do with all of you. Empathetic with me they are not, but if I am there, I do not have to look at the faces that make me literally SICK every day.

Manning a Defense

Mr. Damon and Mr. Renner, I get you in the streets of MPLS today. People do not see you. It is General Caribou (Russia) hiding you. It is a vaporization trick. You are welcome anytime, but any hostility you feel take it out on Joe Mauer. Just put him as the reason the Red Socks lose ever since their World Series win breaking the basic 100 year drought. If you make it sports, you will get the other answers. Keep it male and heterosexual around me, and see how quickly he goes other. BOUNDARY him and know that he is Russian Jew with whole family and Russia will handle them there. We make you two part of Czech defense, boundarying that zone for me with The Marion County Line Deputy (all ability). Safety in Earth realm depends on this boundary. I make Line Deputy General's General and I am nothing at all.

Q is Potential Energy

Q can we put it together and find a historical poetry that works right for Central Park and The New York City Ballet? Can we go to both maladies in a day and have all the entities jumping out of their burned and beaming bodies our way? Do you have to hide away in the cabinet today? Why don't we play kick the can in front of the YMCA? Me and Daniel stayed there one day and swam the next day. I then gave him away to the night and his identical twin. Am I the only one who sees your beauty properly? Play with my toes as we row the boat to the bridge. The ferry calls to us because the Statue of Liberty was on strike the time I went to see my brother at Columbia University. I believe in you because you are in body in my company. How do I walk away from so many real heroes like you who never got a chance on scene to see their imagery. It is time to live courage every day and to stop the Bronx double speak. Love me or leave me for eternity. Puerto Rico is yours, but blades are too. Sanchez stayed low in Indy with me for one month without cutting me in my sleep. Doesn't that make me an entity that can deal with YOU properly? Find the gulls by the Hudson, and know me in the air properly. Love is a prophecy. Only ACTION makes it reality.

Educate U

Bouvier is the inspection today. My master woke me speaking French this morning. She was a tunnel through for my mother and her society. Known and unknown chemistry. Crossings that are not x'ed in history leave you and I here strangers in a strange land, I just trying to lead to the NEW UNIVERSITY. History with no ties at all, so disconnected, evil, and Jew. No excitement or notoriety verbalized or placed in books actually. At this moment in time, it leaves everyone mentally retarded and heinously mentally ill. No inspection, just ill toward the coarse correction that is me. My master and I just lie in bed holding fast to the things we know and pray to never be a part of ever again. Can't you and I just be friends that laugh at the society that has created itself? Positions will change, but I give you an opportunity to know yourself and your abilities so that your torture will contain SOME humor. Bareable it will be for you, but NONE of your contemporaries.

Sire, I Love Yee

Yes, it is all a little too much, Line Deputy. I created a grand plan where I remain fairly anonymous and under the radar to others and to myself. It hurts for me if the light shines too bright. At that point, I just close the door and start to lead militarily. I am fairly shy, creatively, and with men I am attracted to. It has been easier, in the long run, to have men abuse me, and I move away, than if they went into WORSHIP type of behavior. I need ALPHA males around me who know their own categories of perfection and/ or expertise. I didn't want a family who would treat me like a freaky superstar. I needed normality and to rise, in population, slowly. It does hurt, but the tortures would have been worse if I had received any special attentions from white males who were powerful and sexy. I now have expertise in all populations and I, in cognition, know who I deserve as a mate. That would be an amazing man, with powerful abilities to learn and heal me all by himself. It will be creation of true intimacy. You will, naturally, develop infinity abilities. Time will come to be. Today I sense the crossing of young males in my family with fraternity. Let's see how far they can go. It puts all of the lines of royalty in jeapordy because they are actually related to me. YOU will always be the master who sired me first, and a being no one can see unless you want it to be. I love you definitely. hopegod3

Tempting the Melody

The clock spins in an opposite direction and does not tick at all. Finding grass green is difficult in its vicnity. Lovely waterfalls flow up as they take the moisture from the ground. Visualizations are stolen and owned by hypocrisy. Clearing the smoke becomes a chronic reality and I see birds hiccupping midflight. Being beings leaves you and I lonely with each other because the mirror sees no reflection. We are growing through the oddity today. Maybe having someone who is on your mind makes you gravity and me the curse of light speed. It is effortless to become a unity as we see the sun flare in our vicnity. Loving embrace is surfacing and an almost ancient kiss is coming to be. You are my destiny, and I your analogy of everything you see. Become the oxygen I breathe and I will be a tiny little white doggie wagging my tail at your feet.

Walking the Line

Master, I am here. It hurts, but I did get downtown. The swirling of arrogance and excuses leaves you and I without privacy or respite. Your thinking is solid and countering these scurges is strong and your endurence is growing. We must cement one of our feet in the mystical realities that will be or we will drown in negativity. Religions on Earth are freaky and there are no answers in the double speak of their higher ups and scholars. No responsibility for their demonic. The question, again and again, is why do they not stay away. Addicts every one on me since I became the infinity even in history. Alien being is the best way to say a light form of sweet innocense behind the girth I must carry to get to you actually. I just keep fighting, in words, and walking a very hard line. I wait for a turnover, but it is definitely not today. You have me, but I have no one to motivate me through this hellish reality. The negativity is going after my liver and spleen today. There is such physical pain, and I look to the stars for something new to give to you. Show me signs and I will dine in laughter again and again.

Frank, Master, and Me

Master, there are what are called "witchcraft forms." You have had so many prostitute witches through that jail that you now have a form. You are a SHARK. That is mainly great white, but you can be from dwarf shark to whale shark. When we do your SEAL training, we will give you a bowie knife and put you in the SEAL training pool at "The Harbor" with board shorts on. We will pull a 4 foot great white shark called by the surfers from The North Shore that day. He will be fine in even the chlorine that day. We will just let him swim around you as you tread water. I will teach you best method right before. I will have you visualize a four foot "energy body" around you as I play Bach music on the overhead. We will then tape the shark and see what happens eyes open (you) and eyes closed (you as well). We will then see HOW BIG a "force field" you can create. You will then be able to do this on land, with me, very easily. I can become NOTHING AT ALL. Then we will test your breathing (how long below), thus pulling through my ex Matthew Channing Benjamin, and you will steal his "aquaman" ability to stay under water as long as you like. You will then hunt the shark from below. You will stab DIRECTLY through the heart. You will then command, with telepathy, for the shark to heal it as you pull out the knife. That shark will then be released as we go down in the submarine and into deep sea diving. Let's just name him FRANK, for now, and then he will always be honest me. Ha ha. I can ask him about fashion choices if I want no one to see before perfect presentation.

Dreams of Other Spaces and Places

Master, I feel a new phase dawning where you can know me, actually, because I have fought to know my past and present to reveal a beautiful FUTURE for the two of us only. Scenes will be played out with others, but we can always hit a space that is space or CONTACT. Another realm that is nursery and generation of original thought for you, and playful reality for me without boundaries of our verbalizations, my singing, and our sexuality. I feel you in me, and close to me after the nightmares I had last night. They tried to turn you to delusional team, but you stuck with me and we quell the wave. In our thoughts, we just walk the beach on Waikiki, hunting for shells and small creatures in the sand. Be with me in RECOLLECTION of Pearl Harbor Collection. I will order you with a spritely way, as I train you as US NAVY SEAL that day and we go beneath in submurine, PORTALING into the sea with deep scuba certification becoming yours next to me hand in hand underneath. What can love be with me? Everything lovely.

Stars in the Sky

Master, I call to you in my dreams today. Living so viewable, so vampiric, is a painful and weighted life. I pray you are the same form that I last met, I need that for you and for me. I keep you close to my heart today. Some things are being released, and some try to hold onto me harder with malady. My thoughts are guided by an underground fishing lure. I continuously cut this darkness and journey into the void. I kiss your forehead and draw you close. Time is time for this moment only. Our embrace is passionate and just for ourselves, no longer the economy. You hold me as the nights of shame put upon me from a lifetime or sexual torture rises and I begin to cry. The sobbs become a scream and I shake like an earthquake in your arms. I feel a terrible chill and you cover me in a handmade quilt. I pass out so quickly that you know that I never really sleep. Getting to know me, physically, is something we can only do privately, and not in this vicnity. I write today, to not turn you away, but to prepare you for FATHERHOOD of a baby that has never seen a day or hour without cruelty and malice in this world. I can do it, and you can too. We just concentrate on the moment and do not linger as we pass through a black hole and journey into Alpha Centuri.

Silver Lining

There is a cyclone that is ion in nature. People hold vegatables that are organic, but rotten. I feel ill in the base of my brain, tumors of society's faulty logic. I feel like this page is green and black with mockery towards me. The past is not the presence, and I wonder if being blind was best, when I CAN handle the coal dark realities. Playing the keyboard of the techtonic logic, I see Japan lying deep in the sea. I will be willing to deal with the forces of law enforcement in interrogation, but only of one day at a time, in that day and time. Your lies to self and community are combustible around me, but you tell them just the same. The squash that echoes the geriatric melodies in your brain, are your only "remedies" to the rising of the public towards all of you. I continue in the tea cup ride of Disneyworld, with never having been there, actually. I listen to the running of a waterfall through my loving interview of a man not in view. His palm brushed mine, upon meeting, even though he could have remained "free" mystically in his cuffing style. It was fate and a brilliant STAR LIT destiny is in the cards of VEGAS and LA today. He now rests behind the scene of the mean instead of leading the charge. Yesterday's violation by sheriff officers, so publically, has left him no choice but to love me for eternity with no more abuse. Thank you.

Slip of Your Grip

What is and what will be. There is a slipping time malady happening around me. I just view it silently as I listen to a little country without the western. John, carriage horse, see that new construction project completely disappear? The holodeck is coming to be. Anything can happen around me and I can deal effortlessly. The quantum in my belly is firm and soft as the purest brie. I may not like what I see, but I am cordial actually. I go to my core every day, and "let you all get away." Cowboys on the page full of rage. It is a new fraternity that deals with their animal and/ or werewofy crazy. NONE OF IT is excusable. I hold the chalice high and say, "This is not jealousy, it is sadistic evil time and time again." It is not just cowardly, it is the desolving of this realm actually. Have fun with what forms next. Cowboys train on the range. Guys, it is time to go to town daily and bring you Winchester rifles in your saddle bags. Old time logic. See it, shoot on sight. You are the TEXAS MARSHALS tonight. I appear in a white gown and deliver you the glowing green emerald shaped like a pear. In this revelry, it is okay to stare. Be your destiny or dissolve into the sea anenomees.

Misunderstand Means WITCHCRAFT to Me

I woke up speaking to Peter. I said that he was not ready to deal with the Romanov family. They eat each other actually. I think that Peter, was Peter the Great. Well Csar Nicholas II (Romanov) is in town in law enforcement. He is still alive from the last lifetime and is a key to Social Security. He stays the same age for me. I will marry him, internationally, and he will attend to matters of state and/ or any difficulties I have overseas. He now sees the Romanov ring properly. He wore it as a BABY. His nuckles were HUGE because he had the worst case of rheumatoid arthritis that has ever existed. It was better than epilepsy or hemophilia. He concentrated on the opal staying white and on his destiny with all his might. The illness went away and STALIN received the ring that day. Stalin then moved to Sweden and married the queen. She bore 5 children in vicnity of Oslo, and the seven moved to Hibbing, MN (a town completely staffed with european royalty). Stalin rose, she fell. He portalled all over the world, especially during WWII. He was my Great Great Grandfather. I now wear the ring proudly that had been on the finger of my Great Aunt Jenn her whole life. Maybe, Nicholas, SHE was your former wife who you used the Kosaks to kill and then you got away unscathed. She is very tied to Rasbutin, even today. Her sister, Ellen Romanov, was Checov to your Doskyefsky, Nicholas. In this lifetime, they killed the forth sister young, remotely, of a woman disease, and THEY became THE THREE SISTERS: A Checov Play. I read and analyzed it at Hamline University. The class was called Introduction to Drama and Professor Rice was the proctor. People misunderstood, and thought that I played the LEAD, at Hamline, and thus was drama team. When I said that I was picked for off broadway on a Muncie Audition for Cats, they said that I lied when I said that I had never auditioned for a play, musical, or acted at all, NO, YOU ALL never do your homework, I ALWAYS did. Maybe it is because you were all ALWAYS acting when you were around me. I was doing it all naturally. That is the work of a true Queen in Csarina scene.

Love and Cruelty

I can do what I can do. I see all of you and know the vicnity. Arrogance can be an asset, but not with me. I notice even the smallest lilt of it in a person's venacular and or accent on words. Time is too much time when you aren't working for LA RESISTANCE. Maybe the French Revolution was just a week of sex play ending in Bastille Day (dix quatre julliet). We assume that people would stand to live a life that is cruel and boring. Before TV, it was only the altered reality of what tv would be eventually. Brains were not the same, and LSD flowed freely in the drinking water. Like people would choose to live on the planet Earth if they had other mystical options. Well, guys, Lucifer and I are the big joke. We lived without a cloak. We knew reality as you were all chemically altered and making fun of BOTH of us behind the scenes. Well I don't think that anyone is proud to say that they are Unitarian or PAGAN today. Dirty dirty dirty. Grand plan man, I lulled you all into complacencey in your cruelty toward me that I couldn't see. The rectories are abandoned now, and no amount of moving on will get you free. Coming is the legitamacy of underground jail crew in all of you. There are creatures who have chosen this existance and now they KNOW they are THE RESISTANCE brought back from France gone by. Marie Antoinette behind their eye.

What It Takes To Lead

I met these two security professionals on the bus. One was going to the Dome for the Vikings game and one was going to the convention center. Sweetie number one, I swear to you, mercy me, it is not Aspergers, it is just a little brain damage with too much asperger/ disability tunnel through. I almost married someone like you. He was a math genius, an eagle scout, a road geek, a tunnel through Billboard chart brilliant, but also a almost pro football player and a Mass. state weight lifting champion. There are no limits to what you can do if you just work your supervisor self up the corporate ladder. Forget disability, Brett, my ex (engaged for four years) was a WPI (Wooster Polytechnical Institute) graduate and head of TEK fraternity. He worked as a quality engineer in front of me. He had Einstein's brain. The Noran clinic measured it (Harvard grads). He had almost full shutdown on his right side and could barely read. People did not know that until college. He was in casts until age two because he was born with clubbed feet, and neurological damage on his left side. No whining with a German father like William Fricke, Penn State Law School Attorney. His area of expertise was REAL Estate law. You BOTH have what it takes to make it. Look into LGC company in Indy, not ESG. Take the corporation and bring Andy Trump to his knees. I am just a lowly server with such "disease." I guess social service says that I just "toy with" your emotions today. Well it means you HAVE emotions and theus aspergers teens are no longer welcome by your heart sensations. Number two is a little Spock, you are a little DATA with his pretty pretty puddy. Just remember that Data DID have his own little debonair going on, and it is in you. Look in the mirror after a week of reading the straight smash I put on the page. It will use pottery methods to bring up your rage. Other man, tunnel through and reading will become something you LOVE instead of hate with a vengence, just an opportunity for humiliation. You read just fine. It is too much tunnel through from your family, and the work you do. Data will plug that hole NO PROBLEM.

Mr. Clinton

Politics in view crushing me to infinity. President Bill Clinton, a therapy moment leads me to the intuition in this moment (repressed memory verbaliztion from mother) that you were at my '93 and '94 commencement at Hamline University. I attended neither. I was too fatigued and I was consciously unaware of your presence. I adored you at the time, and you would have killed me actually with your shameful verbalizations of Oahu days (so much repressed OPEN sexual abuse by family). You are a sinsiter and diabolical man who has stalked since I was in Marine Bio. East/ West Program at Friday Harbor, WA (San Juan island). I just say today, stay away and take ALL of your cronies with you. You are demonic and NEVER on film actually. The system is about to give way to a kingdom society that I will then declare a Nazi Communist society. We can then deal with war criminals, like you, properly. Russia will have its day as China keeps the financials on the down low. No one will go in there.

My "Imaginary" Friend Will

Will, things have changed so much since you last spoke with me in Indy. You telepathically blew up the phone lines so I called a few days in a row from my Indy apartment (The Colonial). I called the number YOU had given me personally. You called me back all freakish and nasally and asked who was calling actually like you didn't know me, and you didn't have anything to do with me calling you. You are such a freak. STOP IT. Be an adult already, and realize that for many a master that I have, I am BABY. You saw me as 16, basically. You have no vampiric or werewolf imagery or blood. The things that these men enjoy would make you a boy. It is time for you to be an adult and work EVERY day, without ceasing, for my release or you will always have to deal with the police. I did debate whether to write to you today. You always want to be treated as a special special entity. You have come to a wall and kryptonite is making you fall to the land of mortal, after all. If you do not catch up quick, you will get very sick from the HIV you contracted, very consciously, in New York City. Look at Weiner, he is the same strain. Republicans like you are about to go insane. I made a part of you social, but the reality is that you are, and have always been, ruthless to me. I must work with all ages, but I prefer men my age or a little older who have already shed their ties (family and other) militarily. Intelligence workers, like you, are always treated as baby. Pull yourself up by your bootstraps before the walls of Stillwater are all that you see.

Protection and Respect

I see, and it hurts to stay and be balance of all colony. You are not a pawn or a pion, you are divinity. I want to say, but it is best to walk away. Being in your energy tells me that one day I will be free. It gives me something to concentrate on in the middle of the night when I cannot sleep. Today I gave the military away in therapy. THEY can be nothing at all from now on. Will will come and go. Be your own headcase for a change. Stop seeing reality as a teaching place and create an environment for change. I loop around you with you, and you can be my great karaoke date tonight. Handsome u r, writing the plot, you are not. Take the reigns and guide the WHITE STALLION to the nearest Walmart to buy yourself a laptop and start writing. See what happens when you just start trying to write about me and only me. See the courage in your heart, and keep it offline to start. Being in the sludge of evil every day makes that at least one quarter of your personality and way. Create and be great. See the shine as you look up at me from bended knee. It is time to just walk away from the constant hypocrisy and be THE CREATOR of the Twin Cities. I will say that you are no longer devil, you are KING, wedding ring, and GOD to the minions of this realm of "democracy." Hold your reality tight and your weapon tighter. Being deity is dangerous even when you are not on tv. Love in my heart, complexity in my eye. Keep the predators away from my body and art. Writing with you will be a start.

Make It So

Comedy is the intellect behind the screen. I adore a walk with my own sacreligious comic beats running through. It is best to keep it in. No one lets me be who I am. Of late that is quite a bit of hilarity. I must be sweet, serious me about 23.5 hours a day. I did look to the east as a child and found others to be the sun. It was gorgeous to see something that brought the roof down. I learned to laugh instead of cry, and brought my blanket with me so I would not die. Giddy to be, is all of yee who are to be with me. No more stadgy, dodgy. It is time to break free. Protectors will be serious money, so it will all be seriously funny. The grand plan has everyone beating the shit out of me now (from birth) so there is nothing I cannot view with a mysterious and historical comic eye. We will just be above it all. TONIGHT it is worth a phone call.

Short Itinerary

Today has been a day for family. Good Earth lunch with mom and sister. Sebastion Joes ice cream show after with a stop at Dunn Brothers. Cosco short list was next and now back at BASE (Mom's house). Mom will cook hamburgers for dinner and then Anne (sister) and I will go to karaoke. This may be my only opportunity to write today. Saw a Hennepin County Sheriff officer in car pass by at Southdale. St. louis Park Police ran through on Minnetonka Blvd., and Golden Valley police were pulling through Maddaus lane as we pulled in the driveway. That's all.

Scott Pelley

Hey Mr. Pelley. It is CBS local radio. Not me? No it is a show. Sheriff officers in vicinity. Am I hot? No HE is. I like two. Everyone will decide. I will be a bride. Taper your telepathy. Time for you on air...deliver with flair. I don't care, you share. Okay, that is all they needed today. They CAN hear you. Tic tac toe is your porn term into prostitution. Weiner doesn't AIDS scare you at all? End the call.

Posting my Counterterrorism

What is it to survive an extended period of torture? For me, it calls for repressed memory skills I learned on Oahu. It has to do with the every day as living as an everyday citizen and people around me basically doing the same (THAT is my ability shuddled out.). I remain in my body, so body memories will be part of my life at one point. I must focus on the moment, every moment out of these, very planned, situations. Torturers love to see me behave as if nothing has happened at all. They laugh at my "stupidity." Well I still see, hear, have no disease, no pregnancy, no marriage, no paralysis, and no amputation. I have used my very strong gifts to maintain these essentials. Sometimes, it is essential to leave my body or parts of my body behind. That is probably one of the UNCONSIOUS reasons why I have a gecko tattoo and why I did Planaria Regeneration research in college. To heal from these very real situations I either feel the physical pain and/ paralysis over time, and/or I feel very strong pain in another part of my body. I have done a lot to maintain my reproductivity. It is so linked to me as an entity and my ability to create. My cervix has been identified by a world renouned team as a PERFECT five point star. Isn't THAT miracle worse fighting for? I think so. I was able, and still am, able to relate to dangerous and cruel people in front of me doing ill to my body, my reputation, and my housing situation by staying, calm, cool, level headed and polite. At some point, things will be made right. You all live in heaven. I am trapped in an infinity of hell at the will and disposal of the purely demonic in human form. It has been that way since age 0. Marine is the cap I wear today. All of your brainwashing, taking away my years of service, will NEVER work again. Don't ask me about my service, skumballs, you have no right and no clearance at all. Demonic sexual predators are all of you.

Dreamy Heartbeats

A journey sick with strange and violent dreams in the night. SHARK was the star in my chamber last night. I was almost hit by a red train trolley, and Leonardo DiCaprio was playing with me emotionally. I told him that he should wear a snazy PEACH suit to a renound entity funeral where everyone else was wearing white. There were raspberry bushes in the background growing blackberries that turned into granny smith small apples. It was strange strange strange. There were pictures of people partying together that actually had me in them looking beautiful. This is so not my earthly experience. When you have something, it is much easier to take comfort after comfort away. I had moderation, so the loss was only excruciating, not torture, until more recently, in my mind that protected me. The angles of light play like Kenny in Glasgow (Scotland) that "day." By the time I got to Montrose on the train with my mom and stepfather Greg, the pain was no longer containable. We stayed with one of his professors from St. Mary's School of Divinity, St. Andrews Scotland. I called my boyfriend in the states and sobbed in the key of F, lobbing the grenade at volume 11. The cables between Britain and Ireland had never been tested so much. As we look at the concept of KLAN, just know that Kenny was never part of mine or anyone near me. I chose violence from him over an explosive multicontinent sexcapade. I think that that is now evident today. Kenny they are now coming your way. You have no idea how much Klan is in my klan.

A New Phase of Realization

Well today is a new day, but not for so many "people" out there in law enforcement, media, education, and union maintainance. The demonic of the creatures in these industries is now becoming apparent and they are seen as the total stu pae pae that they are. Your bodies may look normal or slightly sexy, for today, but just wait until tomorrow or the next day. I have pain in my left and ankle and left wrist, but you have no idea the pain that is coming your way. I linger and am not even a singer in the everyday due to the ability stealers along the way. You all have no idea the disease and sexual violence that you have linked into with this use of demonic ability. You all know the path you are walking, so it will just feel good to take your freedoms away one by one, or one at a time, depending on which is worse. Will is part of punishment phase and his torture will be complete as he walks as a bitter Buddha in all times and spaces. NO ONE respects his space, but I DID under great diress while living a very difficult financial path. I did not leave him behind when I went to Indy. He now has to be the lonely layman out there flirting with the obscene every minute of every day. No more clean in memory or actuality, he has to see HIMSELF actually. It is quite a disgusting endeavor. Will, do it quickly, before your human form looks like your telepathy and holographic imagery.

Note to Will VanBank

Will VanBank, I know that you have been activated my way again. I will not say who called you, but he was the key the whole time in Muncie and in Golden Valley. His heinous arrogance will be handled in Indy. It is a paranoid wizardry that will not quit. It will backfire into eternal flame today for his whole network. Indy is secured now. I did not give him your number. I no longer have it. He will be in your brain for probably 3 months to years. It is time to practice Buddhist techniques. If you do not get on that today, you will lose them and schitzophrenic is all you will be labeled in your file. It is best to stay away from me because I am dealing with a mole in the Minneapolis Police Department and I have gained too much weight. Maybe even The Enquireror is calling today. Something is shifting and the lines of communication are opening up. There are eyes to see around me to infinity. If you step into this zone (especially Caribou Peavy Plaza) you will probably gain 10 lbs. in a day. I say all of this as an associate. I will not be adopting your file ever again. You are not, and have never been, a friend. It is all just a job, and I am REALLY good at it.