BOO Caribou!

Caribou, I caught the light going on outside at 8:14 pm. I was looking right at it. I know that you are in vicinity. I miss you so much. Maybe your Doskyefsky self is stronger than your Czar Nicholas side. I am here. Maybe some poetry written in the frame of MOURNING would be something beautiful and healing today. You need to never forget that you are REGAL as you exist here in The Twin Cities as Bloomington Police, Metro Transit Police head internationally, and FBI. You deal with the infinity of COMMONER and gutter trash. They never knew that you were foreign born. Maybe just a jaunt over to my new therapist's office tonight for a look see might put your mind at ease. Please do not bring or CONCEAL any firearms. Make sure that you are not seen. Lights need to always work for my therapist, but you can use your ability to SCARE if need be other people in the vicinity. They need to stay away from me, him and his files and some of his patients. Boundaries for The Line Deputy of Marion County will always be COLD, especially on his feet. It is a grounding technique, thus the focus can go from TORTURE, to pulling his true soul back into his vampiric body. Thank you for the help with my bus pass. I am okayed on the endless pass until next April.