Turkey Day

She is clean and not mean, but she will have her say. Now I know that it is her way. Swedish royalty lines are the strongest and flow into the diversity of English blood. We watch and compare notes, telepathically. We never knew how ragey HE could be. Oh well, it is a hard sell, but she gets a hand shake every time. She never stops for a breath, only a triple clef. She knows I can see and read at any time, but also that the flow of intel must commence, especially on THIS turkey day. No one is marked, only saved for later. I feel the power in her fingertips and even THOSE have been stolen, energetically. She is an alien to me, and I have known her since 1983. An English rhyme there, the meaning is a bit off. She can just cough and this is on the net in seconds, it feels, but minutes, actually. She does not go back and read. She sees the need greed and feeds the points of order, alerting to hierarchical cues of DISORDER, bringing heinous chaos to not just this vicinity. A song, "O Holy Night," shows us that WE just weren't right. So much she can say, but she says THIS today.