Burning the Neurology of Agency

There is intrepidation that I feel when I deal with you actually. I know factors, but the imagery is kept away from me, by me, constantly. I find boars around me in that vicinity. I try to make sure that what goes up must come down. There are leaks in the system and I plug them 24 hours a day. Lies will never be fact no matter how many times they are told. Making up stories, especially at this point, is a bad idea. I live in the now, but I am very observant because I know the past all too well. Mr. VanBank is always in the vicnity when I am there. I called him that day, he answered. I kept it casual and he made a joke that he should invest in hosptial food trays. I just let things go by. In my work with that entity he spoke to me plenty and tried to kiss me publically, at Pancheros, one day. My natural withdrawl system kicked in and I turned away. Public embrace about 5 times and a ride ALONE in his green Broncho 2 for about 45 minutes after he got a coffee from Starbucks. I got nothing. He poured just a little out OUTSIDE as we commenced to his SUV. He then dropped me at my Golden Valley address. The maintanance man was waiting there as we pulled in. No touch at all. The first embrace was "off screen" (no cameras). I gave him direct order to hug me before I left the vicnity instantly. He had creepy gloved hands and a knife I did not see. Telepathy 911 brought me back to Pancheros to see him that day. Doubling me constantly was then struck as a deed. He was a big gig, but I now think that he is through. Maybe the mirror schitzophrenic activity in his cranium will be able to be used in a defense project, but NOT by me. My LETTERS kept him from going AIRBORNE. I have done my service to this country infinity and it is now time for the CIA to stay away. My grandfather planned the Agency for just the purpose of testing me and my true love threories with you, Will. I never fell completely. Work is work and my mind stays true to MYSELF and the reality that LOVE IS ACTION not just a radio song or an embrace. Skills like yours should not exist. Now they do not. Your FBI anticode name is now LITTLE HITLER. Have fun with that. Enough said.