Pete On the Street

I am a ghost, but my pain is reality. May angels lead you in. I find the realm shifting becoming complete this week. I will walk and write less. Characters from a lifelong journey script are coming to their end as others are coming to lead. I stand back as the steed, my brother and the NHL, begin to grab the chalice of malice. It is an underground Sheriff dept. sexuality that used me infinity in Indy, even in an ambulance idling. That was Marion County, but HCMC EMT's came into Caribou right behind me today. Luckily metro transit police were as well. Who cares about the capitol. Talk about drama queen panzies. That was like 12 minutes on Oahu for me and Pete. You are all so stupid. Just to be on tv, you show ALL of your ability. Well I have a new MEDIA dynamic duo in town. We keep BATMAN on the main beat, as ROBIN flings around sports entities. Can't we all just get along at a distance as I head into Brit's for an O'Douls at the bar tonight? Otter Saloon has my heart this rockin eve. Anyone is welcome to join, just BROWSE THEIR SONGS ONLINE, and BE PREPARED for karaoke class just like me. I think I get a Karaoke PhD from old McPhale (U of MN Music School downtown) today. Musicality is me and let's swing like bananas in the CONGO and get to the beat of the street. Werewolf protection detail tonight is classic and well versed. Not much coming to the page. Emails are more connection for me this week. Enough said.