God's Play

I am back at Starbucks today. I took a natural break for about a week and a half. I sense that something happened while I was away, but no one is speaking about it. One employee is definitely displaying that things are diseased. I went to Quang's Vietnamese Restaurant for lunch and there was much hostility there. I got sick and gagged on my meal. I saved the rest of my meal for later. I believe that that population is ALL Wiccan and they are rage at me for profiling them in "such a disrespectful and 'uneducated way.'" Well, guys, it is all of you who are disrespectful and uneducated. My classes in high school at Como Park were always a third Vietnamese. You all stole so much from me, and now the world can see. I just want to say get the F away from me. Sick and twisted, just imagine the Viet Cong today. Cambodia kept it in their community. Hmong placed themselves in a space and place where they could not verbalize a written language. China remains consistent, friendly, but secretly very secretive. Japan was RAGE and they dealt with that on the shores of Waikiki around me and in a war we could see on an LSD TV. Burning themselves before they get too close to the soul of God. Kamakazi is holy. Rich traditions and invention beyond invention. They stuck, very closely, to the treaties they made after WWII. They respected the atom bomb and the minds of those who would create it. My grandmother (she was really my step mother), was a Japanese BUTTERFLY and the actual grandmother of Herohito. It is her eyes to see that kept me in university. If I say back away, you all must listen today. First Avenue Club and explosion in China speak of a destruction that is infinity that is about to be spontaneously. It is God's Play.