Hey Mr. Newsman, turn the camera on, I want to dance with my Babe-by

I move into a space to create. I know not what actually got done yesterday, but I felt like the FBI is being red the riot act. No more divinity, infinity. Offer someone an FBI badge today, I bet they laugh in your face. You are all so stu pae pae. A stalker talker at my residence is causing me physical pain and he knows it. I grasp your hand, Mr. Newsman. Let's make a different kind of desk out of huge stones in the dessert. Maybe Barney Rubble can be our lead "cub" reporter. Everything is real if it seen on tv, right? I think not, and thus we can be hot and effective to twist the minds of all who see. Not even the mirage of David Blaine could outscore us on the basketball court/ dance floor. I have one dance on my card left just for you. Love, Hope