Starbucks IDS

I am sitting at the Starbuck's at Crystal Court in the IDS in downtown Minneapolis. The Metrodome was dynomited down the street yesterday. Instead of the retarded piece by piece disection of the stadium, they used the RCA (Indinapolis) dome used that proved very successful. W. is on the plate today. There was a water main that was busted by my normal coffee spot, Caribou Coffee on Peavy Plaza. I feel a vote at the capitol that is not good for me or Muncie. PLEASE have a staffer in the hallway and press record. Proceedings are ALWAYS supposed to be recorded, so, even without a warrant, this recording is admissable in a court of law. DO NOT contact the DOJ. Holder is just such an a**. They "know" that they are being recorded. This will insure that there are no OOPS moments. Check the foul language there and begin to draw up the paperwork for commitment, directly to Anoka Sanitarium, to ANYONE in vicinity. I am working against the tick tock of the clock, but I am writing this at 6:45 am central time. In Muncie, I know that you rode the bus in the seat next to me and held my hand to keep me calm, but I could not SEE you. Since birth, I have had to only see the notorieties that had to do with my family NOT the people on tv. I only have a few conscious memories with intersection in that way (energy system hooked to me, personally, making you brighter and less able to see duplicity. Keanu Reeves involved in that bus moment in a separate realm where I operate in as well). It is enough. You need to stay in that BOX, and I need to be free. Trust PUTIN, ONLY. He will call in the next few days. I have handed over the helm of the FBI to him, and ALL CIA are now guilty of treason. MY delete ability went to them in Muncie, but it is FINITE. If you write an email and it deletes on its own, it is a part of me saying to live silently for a few days. You will do just fine. This has begun happening to me again. BELIEVE commercial with the little girl and the pigeon's swirling. That happened to me the other day by the library, but I did not have to make a sound, I just greeted them telepathically. Laura is about to consciously double. She is tunnelling through around me. She must have been sleeping with Cheney the whole time. That's OK, you can always say whatever you wish about me on HER drunken rants. Make up SWEET stories of our bliss, and it will be like a first kiss. Enough FELT.