Antiwiccan Philosophy

The heart of Buddha, I am calling you. Maybe I feel held in your arms today, and I wear black. Energy exchange in light conversation, but I properly shake your hand with my gloves on. You leave one behind to clear the air. I think that his eyes belie that he did not know of our public friendliness. Things are really possible. I am here today because there were people who cared yesterday. I did run into my friend Tony on the bus and chatted a bit about Detroit gang culture. Telepathy is easy with this being beside me. We are breaking it to him that I am telepathic like a mo fo. Maybe he is shy, but we will pull him into the new world economy. I did get the hookup with a computer genius. He planted all of these open apps in my phone that I had not been to. This intel led me to know that he knew my party affiliation and of my top martial artistry. He did it telepathically. He only had my phone in his hands for about 20 seconds. He is Antiwiccan undercover. He sells refurbished cell phones here at Starbucks that he is then able to mess with the person's history and memory in their heads. He goes after powerful wiccans of COMPUTER community. They are ruining it all. He is brilliant, just brilliant. Maybe he has the reigns to MY memory today.