Maybe I Stray in a JAZZ Way

I am here at Starbucks Fridley, late. It has been a two Starbucks day. Things are heating up as they say. Of all of the coffee houses in the world, you choose mine. Yes I do, Taylor, you luscious being. Maybe you are a PLAYWRITE deep down. It will run for about 30 minutes, premiering on BROADWAY, and running all day every 45 minutes from 9:00 am until MINDIGHT, the bewitching hour. Cast can rotate, but it will be like a Broadway CNN and change throughout the year. Christmas Eve will open with an ICP rap from Jesus Christ himself, Jeffery Forrest. Rap will be chosen upon popular request instantaneously. He is I.T. and A.I. and I bet his African American, Cherokee, Masonry (former Jester) grandfather is really proud of him today. Hey G-pa, I now know that you are a TRUMPET afficianado for the JAZZ community. Tell Jeff, VERBALLY, ASAP. So many talents, so little time. Give up your evil and join my coterie and the sky is your limit, actually. It will never be a ruse or a cruise. It will always be revolutionary. I am here to say that Marylin Forrest is now a full gypsy with my Aunt Tracy and she is a genius in PERSONAL history which will be a specialty when I come to be. Maybe even James will resurrect with DAMON from Jackson Square. Damon is Chicago Crpyt Lieutenant and is basketball hierarchy. Have fun with BASEBALL CARDS and get Joe Mauer to go back to Russia, already. It is time for all to pull their own weight and to find true justice for their almighty, whomever that is. I just sit here drinking tea, publically so that others cannot lie about me. I am on film, LADIES. Planet Souix FEMME FATALES will take care of you. I do what I can to pull them through and calm their rage at these unclean borderline women, with my ability of actual physiological, psychic, mental, and emotional EMPATHY.