Being Prolife is "Legal"

Mark Zuckerberg is actually ONLINE checking on some things around me. I neeed privacy in my SOCIAL SECURITY and SOCIAL security. Mark is a plant in New York vicinity Jew community and his wife is Chinese intelligence. He is actually Prebytarian and his real last name is SMITH. Facebook never took off for me, and now he knows why. In the end, you are all death threats my way. It may be a threat against an agency I must frequent or a business who supports my continued service. Well now you all are threatening the FBI. Do you all know how stupid it is to directly threaten the FBI, its agents, and its offices? All of your feeds are there. They have DIRECT WARRANT ability with the Justice Department if they are threatened directly. Planned Parenthood, they have your wire taps around everything this week. You ARE a terrorist organization and selling baby parts in federally and INTERNATIONALLY illegal. Everyone has the choice to be prolife. YOUR tape of selling baby parts illegally that is online and held by news agencies is "the bad press" that enrages a man like this intruder the other day, NOT the Republican Party candidates stating their beliefs about abortion and Planned Parenthood. They have sat silent, out of courtesy for the FBI since the attack, but they have every right to speak of the "work" you do there. You ladies are MONSTERS and I have had you all in my life and presence my whole life because of the choices my father made. When I was programmed and brainwashed, I WAS prochoice and I marched in DC for agency reasons. Your clinics will now be closed down quietly behind the scenes and prosecution will be swift. If you all go at the FBI and their families again, they will just get quieter and more swift.

Social Security Visit

I ran errands today which included going to social security. After I left, I felt like Kevin Garnett was in back. They had two security officers, which is normal, but one stayed in back the whole time. The realities of the similarity between my and Barak Obama's social security numbers is becoming a national security matter. I was finally able to register to get my statements online with a supremely secure system. It is new. I believe that The Line Deputy set that up for me. Thanks LD. I told my mother a little about COURT REPORT with Timothy and his son Matt at lunch today. I also told her about the restraining order I got for Greg Jenson against his landlord years ago. It was a flat two year judge's order. No more speaking. The court adjourned for the next week. My father showed up and sat on Kurt's side (his landlord). I think that things are becoming clear now. Barak, stay out of every court of law. It is illegal for a sitting president to be there, especially in misdemeanor court. If you show up in Judge Nelson's court, you will probably wet yourself very publicly, and it WILL be on the evening news. Timothy was disbarred from criminal defense and is now the top bail bondsman in the country. You have no idea what that means. It doesn't hurt him that he looks exactly like Einstein. LD, I spoke perfect Japanese to my social security attendant and he understood me. There was a Japanese woman and her daughter sitting in those chairs in the back right before me. I just want to thank my mother, very publicly, for taking me to the abyss of social security and keeping me company. She then took me to Christos Greek Restaurant for lunch and it was fabulous. Thanks mom.

Adele On My Mind

I was just listening to all of these new Adele songs on Youtube.com. I sang "Hello" at karaoke on my birthday. It was fun. There may be intersections and alliances in the music industry that I am unaware of. I need it to stay that way until my biggest stalker quits choking me remotely, but especially when I sing publicly. I did have a nice meal for Thanksgiving. Thank you ***** for preparing it, and thank you to whoever provided the vast variety of food. It took me two days to finish. I am having difficulty lately writing anything that means anything to me. There are those who are ordained to have success in a certain industry. They know from an early age. They then are ready to prepare and keep their whole life appropriate to press agencies. Adele is definitely one of these creatures. She will be better every year. I feel that you got a very important call at age 13, and you now see it coming to be. Be direct with musical directors, managers, and people who plan your public appearances. They will try to stretch you thin to burn you out and eject you from the industry. Remember the nodes or they will reappear.

A Night Song

The colors are muted by the grey of the sky. I present as if everything is normal, but I feel like I have missed 4 months in a night. I am stunted in my ability to tickle the ivories in a way to present my day. I listen to melodies in conjunction with plotting a plethora of words in front of me. Maybe I put my hands to the sky and ask for the answers in this news brief. Every day proves to me that I am extra terrestrial in a land of portalers and witchcraft. Soon I hope that the answers will be revealed to me. Maybe a Moroccan dream set me straight for a time last night after a nap. I hope that my strength holds out as I even look at dogs and wonder their plans for me. I call to my Line Deputy and he hears me, but cannot say everything he wants to be. We need to be SEPARATE entities. I need no more emeshment. I pray on my knees. Come to me in the night and the kiss of darkness will keep us warm and protected. All time is now protracted.

Casual Cruelty

I am pretty blocked today, but I am at Starbucks at an early hour anyway. I guess this is my new home. You can take the cook out of the kitchen, but not the kitchen out of the cook. Watch out for the black cats today. So much that I have endured. No one validates my torture, but it does not make it any less real. Everyone is going to have to meet their maker one day. I do my best to educate, but no one wants to learn in a really hands on way. Line Deputy, you need to shower. You STINK. How does that feel? Wiccan ain't beautiful. It is EVIL. Stop looking into things and get here already. I let John Lauritsen of WCCO TV know that our nuptuals are repressed memory a few days ago. You will not be real until you are real, but I still respect your authority and position in my life. Soon enough you will all forget me and I will be long gone in a solar system far from here. I guess that I was never valuable after all. That is what everyone tells me. Oh well, once I am gone you will all live in a hell dimension like nothing you have ever seen before. I have been living in it my whole life. I feel like if people lie to me today I will projectile vomit all over the place. Lies, deceit, and rage my way, that is what I deal with every day. There is a person who has all access to me who is evil infinity and no one will stop her. She is demonic beyond infinity. I believe that my professional confidants are being kind to my face, but cruel behind the scenes. It is just proving that African Americans cannot be trusted, but Africans can. It is all part of the leaves falling off this royal tree.

Relax

Aaron Rodgers, "Relax, R-E-L-A-X." I heard the overhead message during your game yesterday and I meditated, publicly, immediately. My empathic side brings a community through and then I can heal others through me. I can take down my pulse and blood pressure on command. My doctor has observed this first hand. I draw you through today and I get some really good sleep. When I returned home, I had a heart to heart with a man from Liberia. Maybe there are places on Earth that see things differently, more in step with the actual realities. It is common knowledge on the CONTINENT of Africa which includes Libya, but not as much Egypt. I brought it all into full view with this gentleman last night. Living with a genocidal arsonist from the heart of Africa when I was in high school was cruel beyond belief, but now he can transform and be a witness for me for that colony. How did they all get in there? Everything was closed and locked, even with mystical abilities by him. Nights were rage and terrifying in a way, even for him. Maybe he WAS KING, but no longer. He chose UNIVERSITY (South Africa for now. Liberia to be.), politics will never favor him. He no longer LEADS, he teaches. That is all that is good to put on this page today.

Birthday Musings

It is my birthday and I am at Old Chicago in Blaine. I had a great day yesterday at my niece's hockey tournament in Blaine. I was so proud. She scored a goal and her team won by many points. My brother, my mother, my step father and I went to Olive Garden in Coon Rapids. Justin was our waiter and he did great. It was a great celebration. I finally feel like my brother understands the rules, my personality, and my limitations due to world community. We joked in a competitive way that we have never achieved before with the help of our waiter. Today, I just watched the Vikings vs. The Packers. I rooted for The Packers and they won. Aaron Rodgers is great and I believe time and space changed for that game. I checked on Friday and I got a noon game at Lambaugh. Aaron put it all on the line. There is a lot going on here. My new WEATHER friend swept the Schwanns Center for my niece's game. Thanks for all who helped. They found actual POSITIVES there. Collide, I miss you. Thank you for the gifts you sent. I did not receive them. We will have a realized relationship soon enough. I must deliver other people's dreams first. It is the job of the mighty to lift up the small and weak in ways when MILITARILY sound. Be honest and humble, but NEVER give up your arrogance. It is a gift I gave you at birth. I am a gallactic entity and people will never understand me until I am completely removed from all society to be with my almighties. All people want to destroy me. I must protect, even you, from that reality. I will survive, but EVERY DAY is painful and humiliating. My power is to proceed around those who claim to help those in poverty and disability as they sabotage and are complete deceit behind the scenes. It is the way of PAGANS and they are the most evil people on the planet, even past JEW. I am here for you always. They are here to take out all notoriety that has any coolness or authority in the world that is honest about ritualism and the true joys of existence. Their sexuality is especially heinous and they rape us telepathicly 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. I think that my brother Pete now understands the quagmire and the lies that have been told about me to all community especially by family. We all must work ourselves free, but I help all of you. I exist on my own as they try to destroy all that I stand for and work for. My affiliations with agencies and military are real and they will continue to lie and attack me to my face and behind the scenes. Just check on my education and you will know that all that you do is lie. All of you who choose that path are about to be confronted by the cold chill of all hierarchy. Have fun with that because your arrogance will not protect you. You are all very delusional. Just ask L. Aldrich.

A New Line of Blue

Boom! That is the rage I feel coming to the surface. I do not seek to destroy, but I must state here that people should back away. I am afraid of things flying off the shelf again. I just miss The Line Deputy today. It all continues and I am the hamster on the wheel night and day. Creation in this space is tough. There is never any response to my screams in the night. Maybe, you, Line deputy, can give me some sweet dreams for my birthday. I would love to see and feel your presence again. It does not matter if they think that you are not real. It gives you the element of surprise ALWAYS. Line Deputy, I was accosted by a "Black Lives Matter" person the other day. My memory has a linear beat about it, but in my unconscious, I sense that there was an explosion that I absorbed and thus yesterday was tough. Sound hurt on my skin. I should have had third degree burns, especially on my face. Blacks hate me so bad and always have. I will no longer play. I have ALWAYS been respectful. They are VERY dangerous and I think the explosion was THEM. Forget ISIS, it is Black Lives Matter who are the biggest terrorist threat in this country that has ever been. Cops are not going to play. I stood up for THEM that day. I feel that there might be some paranormal investigation going on around me especially after that day. L. Aldrich, Fire Chief of ALL Fire Chiefs, is heading a new kind of terror and handcuff task force. That violent black youth was able to slip his cuffs that day and he grabbed the cop's gun. Luckily, his partner got a shot off, FROM A DISTANCE. It looks a little more point blank. Facts will seem freaky, but more SUPERMAN moments may happen for the blue force as we move into the end of days. It is a new apocolyptic unity and all justice probes will be INNOCENT after that day. You used the DARK SIDE OF THE FORCE, black male, thus you will ALL be read as armed 100% of the time.

Spies in the Architecture

There are spies in the architecture today. I feel them walking amongst me in a new way. It feels very Europeon, not CIA. The CIA is far inferior. They do not even speak foreign languages or relate to foreign nationals. The are selfish, rich, and heinously schitzo behind their eyes. THAT is there notoriety. I exist on a fringe taking it all on. The crazy is believing in any system, when you know that your own notorieties are false and fake. Imagery, on screen, has stood as the realities of life, but the Earth will stand for it NO MORE. Terrorism will now be judged by attitude around me, especially telepathically. It is recordable and has been recorded for years. Officer Christopher Dunlop, my black ops cop who recorded all telepathy around matters pertaining to me, has now turned foreign nationals spy and he will work in congruence with the best from the continent of Europe. You get to be me in Europe, Dunlop. I need you to up your abilities and not just draft off of me. Learn how to RUN actually. Maybe just watch ONE James Bond film of your choosing and then remember what is real. Can you be him and be your own explosive fire ability with your brain? I see explosive fire as being your distraction ability and then you can assure that no one will get burned or hurt, only their pride. I miss you Dunlop, but you are just not ready. You need to speak a perfect Dublin accent and learn as much FRENCH as possible, ASAP, not Spanish. Jorge is my agent in charge there and he has the perfection of COLUMBIAN Spanish. Run, and he will chase you too. It is Spycraft. No more Spellcraft.

Searching the Files for The Line Deputy of Marion County

Dear Line deputy, sometimes I call you LD in print. The first time I met you you just stood against the wall and stared at me with your beautiful blue eyes for about a minute and a half. You had a cleanly shaved short crew cut and a beautifully burly, muscular, about 6'4", frame. I knew you were special right then. I knew when you tried out your new cuffs on me that it was special too because I KNEW that a professional like you would not brush my open hand against yours without a purpose and visceral cause. We journeyed and I got you through the tunnel safe and sane. You yelled at the end for them to place me in a private chamber ASAP. I had never seen a glock like yours in a court of law. I, at first thought that you were a baliff, but then when I was viewing the court system for charity, Timothy, a disbarred criminal attorney, and real father of the baliff in Judge Nelson's court, pointed out THAT Matt and then he said that you had been on his son's basketball team that he coached. I knew it was full of fibs, but that was where I found out that, at least this influencial CURRENT bail bondsman called you Matt as well. It was how I kept you out of places you not see until you were ready to see me completely. Timothy looks like a modern Albert Einstein and he is the one who puppeted you outside to smoke a cigarette as I was crossing the street from the Marketplace. He eats there for lunch with his chronies every day like clockwork. Send the lietenant in to handle it, TODAY! I knew to just turn away when you saw me. Again, I needed time to put you, my froggy friend, into the cool water that I would soon bring to a boil. You can go by any name you want to, but just know that that courthouse was a VERY DANGEROUS rumor mill around me and then you. I look forward to seeing your baby blue eyes and black cross tattoo on your forearm again. It is very Navy sexy to me. Don't loose hope. I will come for you somehow and I will watch for you in the press. I know that you cannot stand the glare that I exist in every day. Maybe it is time for MATT number one to MEET Matt number two face to face. I was NEVER alone with that man and never had any type of remote connection with him at all. I was in a serious relationship with Matthew Channing Benijamin in high school, and he then went to my college, Hamline University. He was CIA since birth and came from Miami Beach. He was so stupid to tell me everything important and then to slander me behind the scenes. It made my college years a living hell. He had the CIA also buy him a perfect double who swam sprints for Hamline as well. I ducked out of that torture regime and picked international community torture works instead. All the lawyers at Hamline and in Indianapolis, IN, were so Jew with me, all over me and the cases I was defending on my own. Cody will stand tall today. He is about 6'5" and he is from Texas (Fort Worth). He is the head of these fools and the business they have done with these prostitutes in the pens since I met you has been heinous and evil. Back away and let THEM get devoured with no help from you. It's all of the poison around you. You will be okay, but others I know are about to have their day in court in the STATE OF INDIANA. Let's just show one of them that it is much worse than Levinworth in the 1970's. The witness you need from here, "Matt", is Trevor Scot Christiansen. He graduated, just barely, from Moundsview High School. He grew up in New Brighton, MN, and he DOES have a crew. He was Undercover FBI around me. He has seen so much of the me that is a bit alien and he survived with NO HALLUCINATION or insanity. His high comes from "business" in the mid to north lands of Minnesota. It is all legal and regimented.

Walking with Death

It has been an interesting few days. I had coffee with my friend Tony. He is from The Middle East. His parents are Palestinian and Italian. I was able to share some of the intel I wrote about on my Twitter account the other day. It was just nice to have an honest discussion, and not feel tethered to appauling beliefs around me. Then, last night, when I was coming in from my roommate's car, there was a clash of lightning. My consciousness is always a little askew of traumatic events. I came in shaking. I think that she and I were actually HIT by the lightning bolt and it did not even reach the ground. I am getting that my heart reads as electric in ways like a power line or the positive end of a battery. At the end of that event, I was able to be honest about my stress level. I told her that I am dealing with death with the help of Native energy and entities. They are very cut and dry. The best homicide detectives, by infinity, on the planet, are Tribal Police. They clear cases in minutes. They do not play the games and play to TV. I let her know that my father would take me to The Medical Examiner's office as a very young child, and he would lock me in the drawers. I found my own way to sleep in a state of hypothermia. The first M.E. office he took me to was in L.A. There happened to just be a special on it on CNN last night with Lisa Ling. I watched it. It was good. For me, dead people and animals do hold energy so when I touch them, I get a nasty shock. It's terrifying. Resurrection is in me, but I use a death ability for those who need their deep final sleep like Jeff's cat, Misty, in Indy, and a doe I saw hit by a car on Hwy 55 years ago. The crash was horrific and the doe was screaming. A Trooper pulled over. I gave him a direct order to shoot her and he wouldn't. I just sat with my hands on her and watched her take her final breath. I also had an experience that very much called on the calm, nonquestioning resurrection charge with a boyfriend. We were being physical for the first time and I think that he had overdosed on crack cocaine. He went into rigor while I was on top of him. I just placed his arms around me, and continued to kiss him. He was able to just barely move his tongue. Other events were occurring at the same related to his severe chemical use since birth. I just stayed with him and as we commenced in our private moment, he eventually started moving again and everything was okay. I never even discussed that experience with him. As I met him, I felt like he was THE "Angel" of death. This experince very much validated that for me. As I walk the road, I understand things more every day. This is why it is so crucial that I NEVER practiced any ritualisms. I even stayed away from the Wiccan practice of Qui Ja.

To Lunch and To The Zoo

I just went to Khan's Mongolian BBQ, in Roseville, MN, with my mother. It was nummy and fun. There was a poisonous element there and so I just waited it through and ate as much of my meal that I could without being ill. We then went to The Como Zoo. My favorite exhibit is The Primates. They were very responsive today. The lemurs came together right in front of me. The tamarin jumped to a branch right at me and the smallest looked straight at me to investigate. The huge male orangutan came right up to the glass and tried to lick and suck on my fingers while in a fully standing pose. He was amazing. I even got to examine his beautiful teeth. The gorillas came near and even posed for some professional pictures. The bison, upon my hello, wagged their tails in unison. As I came to see the sea lion he got back into the water and raced around and jumped a bit to my arm movements. I love seeing the animals, but it is stressful. People very much verbalize with their kids that I am freakish. Well, my gorillas are worth it.

Native Reversal

It is one of those days. I just try to go within and cut out all of you. Latino license is at play. I was cordial at a bus stop to a Native from Detroit Lakes. Tribal Police authority is now in the palm of my hand like a chip from an apple tree. It is best not to speak, all of you, but your stupidity has no bounds. My case is now under TRIBAL review. They are the backed and stacked entities behind all of it. Here we go. You may not know it all, but HE will make sure they know all of it soon enough. NORAN NEUROLOGICAL CLINIC is now in their sights. Guys, since Dr. Joseph Shrandt had already dedicated himself to going after my family for my brain damage from birth (blunt force trauma) that he found on a scan, it was stupid for YOU, Dr. Golden (of Noran), to say that it was now a reality. Now all of the "nonrealities" they tell me are being replaced by the actual cruelties that have been heaped upon me and covered up by lies and mysticisms the whole time. I put my faith in team NATIVE. Witches are not strong in the brain. Go ahead, people, and pretend that witchcraft is not practiced in every state in the nation and every nook and cranny in the world. I do not see, I know. You see and do not know.

Interpol Communicae

It was time to go watch some football at Brit's last night. It was like Glasgow TV. I finally talked to the one Interpol who can help me. I believe that his name is Andy. We shook hands politely, but firmly, as we went back to the beginning and just introduced ourselves. I have a difficult time with names if I do not write them down so I think that it was Andy. He was polite and honest. Brit's is a place where time slips for me and people can be nasty mean. This man is not. He has constantly shown me courtesy and compassion. We have now isolated Kenny, from Glasgow Engineering School, who headed the IRA since birth basically. He held me behind the scenes, in Glasgow, for torture when I went to England and Scotland, in 1989. He was Allison Smythe's boyfriend. She was a friend of my sister. She had been a foreign exchange student at Mounds View High School who lived with my sister's boyfriend's (Steve Peterson) family in about 1982. Allison was the head of Edinborough Witchcraft coven and my sister held the mantle of Appalchian Witchcraft coven. It was an internationally illegal pairing, but no one cared around me, so I had to go to Edinborough, personally, and BY MYSELF deal with Allison, Edinborough, her family, and the illegal pairing of her with Kenny. These covens are now falling into shreds on the pavement. Watch what you say and do because it is SWEDISH Witchcraft that is royal and will survive all others because there IS a creative and boundarying component to it. Let the force be with you, ladies.

DOJ Interview

It was an interesting day yesterday. As I was getting on the bus, two Buddhist monks were getting off. I whispered Tich Nat Han so that they would know that he was coming through. He is a Vietnamese Buddhist monk who was exiled to France after The War. I believe that he is a fire breathing dragon who can survive and transmute the energies and challenges of self immolation. He is a danger in world community if we do not handle him properly. Then I was at a place near Starbucks downtown, and I was talking to a man there. We were talking about world languages and how valuable the ability to speak at least one foreign language is. I admitted that I am dating someone from Columbia and I do not speak Spanish. He let me know that his second language is GERMAN. He said that his parents were new immigrants in St. Cloud so it was a German speaking home until he was about five. I told him about Will VanBank who was from St. Cloud as well. I then noticed a federal credential stamp on a wallet type thing he had. I asked what it was, and he said that it was his credentials because he works as an attorney for the Department of Justice. I think Tom, that is his name, is scratching his head today wondering how I did that on such an unconscious wave of intel. DOJ personel DO NOT give out any info or personal information, especially their attorneys. I am a winner because I am not a sinner. I knew not to get his last name when he flashed his credentials. He needs to have his anonymity to be GRAND JURY properly.

Mormon Intersection

I am here. Can you hear me? I sit alone and ponder the roar around me. Why are you so unable to reach? I believe, but I am at a loss. Finding lovely things to say is difficult to say today. I just put a crushed rose on the page. Two hundred ravens fly over as I walk to my bus stop. It was just after I saw two Mormon Elders, or missionaries, as they are called. They came through and said that it was like Christ on the cross. It was interesting because I was just thinking about my intersection, for a period of time, with The Mormon community. They sent that my telepathy has gotten much stronger. They had me move on my way because they did not want to go back into old habits. I believe that that colony is about to go through a reckoning. Being there, I was a witness to the little girls pulling up their entire dresses in service. It was quite troubling. I told my missionaries, Whitehead, from Salt Lake City, UT, and Maki, from Phoenix, AZ, about it by text and kept the evidence on my phone. The other day, I saw a girl on a Nicollet Mall sidewalk do the same thing. I supposed that her and her mother were Mormon. If this gets out, it will destroy the whole community. If they do not have family, they will have nothing at all. Money matters will then become apparent as well. For today, I sing a bright song and wish them well down their way.

Bashier in the Atmosphere

Bashier, I feel you coming through today. I feel you looking into a few things around me. Just be careful to not get obsessed. People get weird awfully quick. Never say that we really know each other. Just say that "your associate" Hope created this within you and now you question everything. People are DECEIT and so diseased. Maybe it is time for you to start writing YOUR story. Write an autobiological novella. It does not have to be longer than like 10 pages. It is BASED on a man you knew named Bashier and go from there.

Near Miss

Hey Peyton we missed a huge deathtrap the other night. My intuition says that you fell down a staircase before the game and snapped your neck so severely that it just hung off of your body. It was Sunday night and Aaron Rodgers was behind you and you fell and unconsciously just got up and walked away. You readjusted your head, neck, and spine and were fine. Aaron was very shaken up and that is why he didn't suit up for the game until right before. As I had this vision on the bus, a man who was quadrapalegic with a trake, got on. Your energy was coming through. I debriefed Aaron, telepathically, and found that he had called Howie Long about the matter. It is all fine now, but that whole situation became YOUR FATHER, Archie. He holds his own destiny in his hands. He needs to stay away from you and me. You are now THE Superman, no longer Jarel for all eternity. I am your being yet to be.

Soldiers to See and Do

Today, as I observe, I find myself thinking of things that I wish not to share. I wish privacy in my life that does not exist yet. I feel how I am vulnerable in my life. So much ritualism my way that I am puppetted to a very cruel degree. Once I have helpful people in my vicinity, it will not just cease right away. I need these soldiers to understand and be able to immobilize my legs, arms, head, neck, and spine so that I do not hurt myself with the wickedest convulsions that have ever existed. We can make a protocol quickly, but I need to be listened to THE FIRST TIME, because I do get to a point of paralysis and inability to speak. I hate that this is the way, but others will have their opportunity to see what I have been going through alone and will be able to HELP instead of just walking away and letting police and hospital personel devour and beat me unconscious. It has been so much worse than you all see and know. Evil is in my every day, and those who are in professions that are supposed to help have done so more than just abuse. They have tortured very openly as I hear them laugh about it.

Peyton's Beautiful Play

I was so happy to watch Peyton play so great last night. It was funny because I had a Superbowl Championship jersey t that I got at the Goodwill in my sister's new hometown of Fort Morgan, CO. It was for Superbowl 32 and, last night, The Broncos played The Packers. In that Superbowl, The Broncos played The Packers as well with Brett Favre. I feel like something important is happening today, but I do not know what it is. I will just listen to Pandora as I write at Starbucks in the IDS, and maybe it will come to me. I got a text from my sister, with pictures, and they got a new yellow lab puppy. He or she is adorable. I really like the new Adele song, "Hello". I have watched the video a little on repeat through youtube. Peyton, maybe it was just time to play. It is a different side to you, and it will probably align the stars in the area of responsibility and ability. You don't have to always be a prankster and comedian. Their are very serious sides in your heart that are yet to come to be. I just say, "1,2,3."