Bashir vs. Bashier

I am back downtown today at The IDS Starbucks. We have a new SPRITE minding the facility and the vicinity (my bank, TCF). Her name is Gabe, short for Gabriel. I told her that I knew a barista in Indiana named Gabriel. He was very attractive. That store was right on Monument Circle. She said that that sounded really cool. I am pushing away women who will not mind boundaries well. They love to scream and be inappropriate with touch. The first is satanism. The second is Wiccan witchery. They will be feeling the draw of the cord today. Into the diseased black hole of MAGADAN (Russian "artist colony") is the sianara. On Wednesday, I will go to Walmart, lunch, and to the zoo with my mother. FIRE, I bid you hello. I feel you in vicinity. People want a fight, in print, but I know, very well, to just walk away. Bashir, Israeli Massad officer from Smokey Bones in Indianapolis, you do not get to use Jorge's brain or notoriety in SOCCER community. Bashir, I do remember that you were a teen soccer coach and that you got me an invite to the Addidas soccer party at The Ugly Monkey Bar one night. I went all Saturday Night Fever on the dance floor with an "anonymous" guest. It was NOT choreorgraphed. We just hit the floor "running." I never met him before or after. I am sure you made sure of that. Well your bank account is empty now, your mother is buried in JERUSELUM in the proper upright position (you returned for her funeral when you were working with me), and now, I suspect your wife has left you over "affairs" that are illegal in the United States. Bashier, of TRIPOLI, has this one today Bashir. His family owns a publishing house in London. I walked away from a contract because I have not gotten out of the box everyone has me in at this point. He was not strong enough then to really respond properly, but he is now. Fire is just laughing in the corner as I eat my Laughing Cow cheese in the vicinity of where it all went down 3 weeks ago. Torture never tasted so good, Bashir.