Being Heard and Simply Acknowledged

Thank you, Senator Rand Paul, for getting back to me and saying that your staff will check on the matters I discussed with you. Thank you for opening the door for me to contact (by directly asking me to), when necessary, when dealing with federal matters. Maybe the moderately squeaky MOUSE gets the most cheese. Do you like that one? Pretty wizardry, right? I feel like the threads are coming together and the gorillas step back for the giant perfectionist architect spider to talk to me from my living room floor. Spin away, I will figure it out today. Maybe it is just A HUNDRED FOOT JOURNEY. I had a lovely chat with my uncle about Mr. Forrest and Detroit, the land of urban riot. I tied in this community by answering a responsible reporter for his gift of pleasantry. That is all it takes to enter into the land of subtlety and race riot peace. No one knows exactly what it is like for me to be me, Line Deputy. Seeing through me is not being in my vicinity, my body, or in a mind with no verbal or visual hallucination. You all live a journey that will call for a shocking wakening if you do not release that which you deceive DESPARATELY. Good luck at becoming REAL.