Lie About Me Like a Turkish Rug

I am sensing deceit in the form of questioning my authority. It is not a good idea. My Line Deputy or my Chung Moo Quan dojo could show up any day. Vipassna could stop in and you will never think clearly again. YOUR affiliations and notorieties are few and far between, so you put that on me. I just keep moving and writing even when it seems bland and tremendously forgettable, amassing a body of work day to day. The one place you can go to confirm my work and volunteer activities is a place that I never worked at all. Through the dramatic, comedic, and sometimes telekinetic, I have won enough battles to obtain a quiet position at McCormick and Schmicks through a security company in Indiana. I express and HE actually checks the facts and hears the lies. Lies make this almighty RAGE. If I was not right on, I would be dead. I am surrounded by cruel brutality, but I will continue to work as a very special confidential informant for now. I believe that my KING will come as soon as it is safe.