It's Not Working, Guys

Starbucks, Fridley, is pretty quiet today.  I plan to be here for only a brief time.  People planning deceit for others are being called on the carpet today.  I think that the deceit, worldwide, is becoming to open people's thinking to the fact that all persons outside the bubble that is me, are demonic.  There is not much economy and ecology left.  I guess that matters to no one.  Maybe powerful forces will just absorb me into a peaceful mystical dimension.  The fight has been long and hard, and there are no minds that I am going to change.  Education is impossible.  I have confidence that there is a plan for me because otherwise I would not have worked so hard.  Stalking is not sexy or holy, guys.  Just leave me out of your lives.  I am no one you want to see.  Things do not work because they are laced with evil, but the extent of not working is about to get much worse.  I wish I could be more hopeful and creative today, but I am way beyond fatigued.

Mazes of Notoriety

In my mind's eye, there is a pure white egret flying above me.  They appear at times, and break the sludge of the day and moment.  As I push the keys, I try to imbue my laptop with the perfection of nature, and birds like the egret.  Where I find myself, is exactly where I should be.  Maybe the hum of Arabic fills the air and a new cipher is being trained.  This man has an international perfection to his practice.  We leave in the air the mystical that comes to be.  Write a letter to me, sweet being living in deceit, and I will never see it.  Times are sereptitious and vicious.  Take circuitous routes to your work places and any place that is part of the game.  Expand the mind game.  Know that I walked The Hampton Court hedge maze perfectly, in 15 minutes, at the age of 18.  No royal has ever walked it, at all, past the age of 13, and they were trained from birth.  I just had one day.  There grow far too much clutter in the brain.  Britain was all in a gentle clapping repose.

Paramedic Wearing Kevlar

EMS in distress.  You are here to make it clear.  You have no clue, and do not know what to do.  Sikh community coming through.  It is okay to be here alone.  There are signs in your environment.  Be careful who you bring into your van.  Sometimes a sheriff escort is best, especially in Anoka County.  That is all you need.  Go out and be a steed.

Rerouting the Pain

Hey Leif, this entry is just for you.  You have been in my thoughts the past few days.  I am sorry that I do not know you better.  For all of you who grace these pages, Leif is my nephew.  He moved away when he was still in grade school to Iowa.  He now has a job he enjoys most days, a wife he is very attached and attracted to, and a beautiful spunky dog in St. Paul, MN.  Maybe Alaska is calling your dog today.  Do not let her run away.  I am here, at Starbucks, in Fridley, and I am thinking of an entrepreneurial project for you.  In the deli area of your coop like shop in St.Paul, start a small coffee shop, with WORKING WIFI.  You will have to move things around a little bit.  You can then have gamers play my game exclusively around you, starting with The Morgues.  They will then tunnel through and make your work effortless, and then they will get answers about me in my college years, and a little after.  Please be positive and polite.  I think that you have a keen sense of how I did see then, and do see now.  You are PHILOSOPHY, not PSYCHOLOGY.  You also had a glimpse of Chung Moo Quan from going to The Como Zoo, Zoo Boo (for Halloween), with Sean my Chung Moo Quan practice partner, with Nathaniel (your brother) and his niece and nephew.  At a certain level, send a gamer across the street to SPY with a laptop you hookup with satellite Internet and laptop paid for by your work.  They cannot drink beer, but they can drink any other form of alcohol.  It will be tax deductible because it is the beginning of a huge lawsuit for a person living on disability, me.  It is time to stop relying on all the fake and ruthless attorneys out there.  Think paralegal, not attorney.  They do all the research, and get no credit.  Eventually you would be a perfect Private Investigator in New York City.  It could be a documentary series on DISCOVERY Network with your partner being the TV P.I., Sherlock.  We will make your last name WARLOCK.  They have not stopped speakingat that pub since you, your mother, and I went there for a meal.  You will quickly get a remote viewing ability.  NEVER take that computer home, but gamers are perfect company for you at this point.  They are SO powerful, Leif.  Take them home with you to confuse your WIFE for a change.  Just make up stories, all of you, about your meetings, intersections, past life work, and current employment.  You will never have had as much fun in your whole life.  Just remember that your name, misspelled, is LIFE.  It is time to really live and find your comedic gift.

Harbor Seals Swim So Sleakly

A trip to a busy zoo.  I see the babies and the parents at play.  Today was special with The Harbor Seals.  They always remind me of the first quarter of my marine biology year abroad, in Friday Harbor, WA.  I would row the boat out in the harbor, by myself, and at least one harbor seal would pop his head up.  It was so special and sweet.  I sent soothing and sleek energy today.  A Hindu mother and children stood beside me taking it all in.  There was a turn over in that vicinity today.  Animals are on board in a new way.  Communication was so positive.

Swimming with a Russian Vampiric SHARK

LOOSE CANNON, you are now in the game.  I knew you were a sheriff deputy the first lap I swam beside you.  You are now FBI, code term LOOSE CANNON.  Never speak that term or you lose your badge and gun, immediately.  Your daredevil antics will be very welcome.  We will be moving your deputy status from Kansas City, Kansas, to Marion County under the Line Deputy, exclusively.  Just go to Brooklyn Park, MN, on the bus, and follow all of the telepathic instructions from The FBI through gamer nation.  They will then come and find you, before The 4th of July, at your lifeguard stand.  All of the cruel Pagans will be so shown up as you receive your badge and gun.  If in need, contact Mike Pence through Secret Service agency.  Surviving on your wiles was the plan until late fall and it still is.  It is okay if I do not see you again.  The ball is in motion and it is time to play.  I love the music you play.  A relative, who is a gamer, will enter your spinal column and help you map the YMCA, Downtown Minneapolis, pool.  Know that you are safe because that vicinity is being demolished as soon as The Gavidae Commons (on Nicollet Mall) location is done being built.  I understand that you have dyslexia.  People falsely called you A.D.D.  You just have different answers to the questions asked.  Everything you said made sense to me.  I believe that you have a new type of genius with GEOMETRY.  I am your triangulator today.  Know that males, especially with head injuries, cannot map these complicated schemes properly.  Just keep doing what you are doing and the script will unfold.  I have two, very demonic, in town, Russian vampires looking into it all.  My line deputy will give you stealth (Czech vampiric) and Dunlop (American vampiric) will work on wealth.  Russians and Eastern block royals now except you into their telepathic club.  Follow instruction, and you will find all of the keys in the vicinity.  In the game, you can portal effortlessly.

Hello Being

Hello new marine.  I love your smiling face.  It has been a long day.  In your eyes, I recognize the crypt, of Peter, of St. Petersberg, Russia.  I love the light banter in a superconductor chamber as we wish ourselves clean.  Right and wrong is in your heart.  Blue Herons are in mine.  They are the land of self reflection.  I looked above me the other day, and one was soaring like an eagle.  People will talk and stalk and I will still just be me in a vicinity of it all.  Indiana is part of me now, and you do not have to be bashful to be from a land south of here.  You are effective in a land where there is too much unwanted attention by strangers.  Go along with a song in your heart.  Let the Line Deputy of Marion County say, "How dee do?" and his tag line, "I tell ya what."  His eyes shine with stars today and his third eye is glowing.  Sikh just secured my vicinity, and he told me to erase my entry and start again.  I hope that the whole academy is pleased.

Stargazer in Vicinity for Eid al-Fitr

On the bus, I intersected with a man from Egypt who Mustafa introduced me to one day.  He met me, and asked me if I wanted to go to Egypt with him in three weeks.  I had seen him on the bus route before.  People have no idea the exchanges that are happening midday on that 10 route.  I declined because I have no passport, Arabic, or money.  I think that Mustafa translated poorly so I haven't seen him for about two months.  I was seeing him about every third day.  In his eyes I could see that this man is the head of The Muslim Brotherhood.  All of these Arabs I come across, in The Twin Cities, are.  The name of this squad was never supposed to leave The Middle East.  They are an academic, athletic, and military troop of brilliant entities here to bring upon the endgame of Apocalypse.  They collect energy and expertise here, and then go and destroy in Arab lands to create a new Land of Saudi Authority.  Wolf Blitzer, who is criminal CIA, brought it here and put it on TV, locally, and then nationally.  He knows not the power of these men, and how far reaching the consequences have been.  It is time for him to know, Sheriff Stanek.  This man was brought directly, from Cairo, to endure direct torture, in the morning to midday, in a basement, of North Minneapolis.  He is then released to wander for the rest of the day.  He must be back before sundown.  What his torturers, who are CIA, and now some special forces, do not know is that he tunneled through them to get and keep this schedule.  Changing this schedule would have been the real torture.  He is the head of STARGAZERS, internationally.  He is the moon and stars today as we see.  As Ramadan comes to a close, it was important that he and I intersect so that he could observe my activity while he viewed the universe in his mind's eye.  I grew an extra eagle eye yesterday (which would have made me too psychic for my own good and survival) from years of work with Muslim colony, and today I bestowed it upon him.  He now has The Earth and seas, too.  He can now survive a sea voyage.  He could not before.  So Ramadan in connected to celestial happenings.  The visual sightings of the crescent moon, signify the timing of the endpoint, Eid al-Fitr.  Itis a cause for great celebration.  There had been a tribe of STARGAZERS outside of Cairo during the time of Mohammad, who were connected to the protection, mystically, to the tombs of pharaohs.  Mohammad was part of this tribe, and then traveled alone to map a celestial map to victory in our modern society.  Mohammad was not as powerful as the rest of his tribe, but he could travel and teach.  They tunneled through, but mostly gave him visions.  He was able to pick up tribal tongues immediately.  Brandon Williams, a LION I met in Muncie, IN, was a Shi ite man from Saudi Arabia with sky blue eyes.  He was Mohammad in the time that they all composed the Koran.  They all fought the demon GABRIEL (who was female hologram) to create a colony and to keep their sanity.  They are special and it is in the ways they see.  They can now know that Mohammad is at sea, through The Great Lakes, and he will meet Collide, The Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia, at the end of his journey.  STARGAZERS will then be free, thus freeing so many Shi ites, internationally.  I make this man, from Cairo, LEADER of The Stars, today.  Congratulations on your survival.  It is a great and brave feet for THE BROTHERHOOD, and for you, personally.  You now have the keys and will be emancipated this week.  Just conserve your energy for now, and they will extricate with their power and ability that now exists after the intersection of me with Sheriff authority the other day.

See the Chamber

Be ready to call the ball.  It is coming your way.  I welcome animals in for comfort today.  You are a busy bee, but you know the doctor, actually.  Advice will come and go, but death is final.  Well it used to be.  Morgues may see what you do in their chambers now.  See them as a tomb and raid them appropriately.  True STARGAZERS will then enter your brain and you can move the moon and stars for eternity.  Is being part of history important?  I believe it can be powerful if it is actually true.  Accept shame and blame no more.  Build a Trumplike firewall in your brain.  Take melancholy international calls personally and know your name, actually.

Keeping Refugees Contained

There was a change up today.  I will not put forth the problem, but the answer was containment systems for demonic refugees.  One man here in my vicinity, and one in a foreign land.  Again and again an unconscious brainwashing with nasty telepathy from these refugees kept these two very powerful chiefs, and international keys, in a sick mind state that they luckily kept behind their eyes.  We need these sick minded refugee demonics to never go free.  Visit a refugee camp and you will see demonry, in action, completely illegally.  Maybe a powerful entity in Indiana allowed all to hook up in the way that they wished, and the sun rose and set on the seventh day.

Passionate Yearnings Intellectually

Father and son are now united.  Things will start to get funny in Arab tree.  For father, it is war with no words for 30 days.  It will be a twenty-one gun salute for bravery, HERE, against so much satanism.  Pagans can continue to hunger strike for press, internationally.  Everyone now knows that it is just for show.  You all NEVER go hungry.  For father, it will be a time to sleekly assess creativity, true allegiance, and hierarchy.  He will, for once, be his own man, while son and family travel abroad.  Son will go back to Oxford, where he got his law degree in the 80's.  He will now tower above all wizardry and become SORCERY, internationally.  No more lying to his face, academic and Pagan community.  I learned young to just walk away when logic did not play itself out in front of me.  My passion sat in a chamber, and I now I share it with the world in writing and in song.

Be Proper, Polite, and Nonconfrontational

Starbucks, let's TAKE BACK THE NIGHT, at your newest cafe.  I marched with a group from Madison in Muncie, IN.  I knew to divert the growing crowd by doubling back early.  They had no permit, and let's just say that this leftist colony was not Muncie's cup of Joe.  That would be Joseph Krejsa of Muncie Police.  Former Marine and night supervisor of this very tried and true Republican and growing Arian crew.  It would have been a slaughter.  Do not mix.  As I sit here, I implore Trump followers and Bible "salesmen" to stay away this weekend.  Conflict only breads hate and that cannot be spun at all.  I am at this new downtown Minneapolis Starbucks to say that we welcome all Republicans and NRA members.  If you joined a frat in college, were your special trinket.  If you like Baptist journals, go to The Mayo Sports Facility location.  We want cool, cool, cool kids here.  No more Pagan ruining the community with their lies and open child molestation.  The whole, "it was good enough in The 70's," doesn't cut it.  It is illegal for a reason.  Library vagrants start reading the New York Times at that beautiful 4 story central location.  My great aunt Vi died to get that done in time.  Quit asking The ACLU to defend your right to watch pornography there on those, formerly very quick working, computers.  At this Starbucks, if you have an opinion, keep it to yourself.  Do not talk or write nasty things about people here or in the community.  Property damage is always a huge threat in a downtown vicinity, but especially with as much diversity as we have down here.  The Super Bowl is coming, and we want to make it great.  It is okay to be a gamer who feels like you belong nowhere except your room.  You are very welcome here too.

Pride in Law Enforcement

I see a man.  I see a man who can.  Different points of view have gleaned nothing.  Creativity is underneath.  The one who seeks to be seen in bright headlights as the stag, but sometimes they just see a porcupine.  Your gift may be a way to see areas of sexuality that are diseased and bringing THEM to light so that they can be dispersed again.  In the mean time, tapes are made and destroyed until the idea of taping does not occur at all.  I am not here to be on film, and even audio is pornographic.  Please protect the space where I merged with the angel of death to the degree that I was in deep slumber and alert for another team.  The damage that was done in Muncie to my throat is finally healed.  I have been singing again, but only behind the scenes.  This weekend is a challenge to gay community.  Watch your limits and the stop signs, actually, and there will be no need for merger with police.  New deputies will appear and disappear quickly.  If altercations occur, they will be quick, hard, and behind the scenes like Batman fell on the city that only prized Superman.  It is deputies who hold the key.  They can handle it all, actually, with no validation.  A sandwich on Saturday from FREAKY FAST Jimmy John's is a huge thank you that says more than enough.  Deputies, keep the proselytizers of all nature away from me.  They are so very dangerous and claim to be changed and be valued members of society.  Let's ask WHO in society values them?  I get no answer.  A nice swim with my PT exercises cleared me head and brought to light the issues that may arise this weekend.  If anything happens, alcohol establishments and booths will be shut down and hauled away immediately.  Snap if you like that rubber band, Chief.

Time to Call It

Well you all may have thought that you won today.  I just back away and branch out.  Now gamers can see the vicinity for what it is.  Maybe Starbucks just got complimentary for me in this time of stress.  I keep working and expanding, emotionally and intellectually, and you all move closer to permanent retardation.  That is your free will choice.  I made the call, and you will see that you do not run the ship, personally and professionally, anymore.  I am very angry, but I do not let it stop me from communicating clearly.  I have always had to advocate for myself.  Who knows what will come down the shaft today?  I stay away from politics, but it is time for the system to be on TV if that is what is needed.  I will stay away, but after today, I am sure that plenty of people will talk.  Stalking is a crime, so stay away from me and my schedule.  You don't just not care about my suffering, you make it worse with a certain sadistic mirth.  Well gamers now see what they hate and they will know where to go in waking and dream state.  These entities are powerful and I keep them out of vicinity and out of these systems.  Evil evolves and people can see themselves and others more clearly every day.  I give Zuckerberg the task of mapping Jackson Square.  Put into play the mystical weapons that you see that are constant.  I do implore the Sheriff to answer the calls from here and overseas to STOP their generation.  I sit quietly, here, but even my headphones broke today.  I must just breathe and allow everyone to step all over me with no response.

Lighting the Inferno

You walk as an angel of death.  I light the INFERNO and even Mr. Hanks has to walk away.  There is poetry in the code.  Keep the sick and twisted emails flowing, NE Minneapolis.  Zuckerberg is collecting them and sending them to North Korea and telling them that you are writing about THEIR Supreme Leader.  Responses will be expiditious.  On this side of death, it is funny.  For your brains, it will not be.  Maybe even fraternity is getting deathy today.  In the end, it is all necessary, but I need these death beings to just help me get some sleep.  I keep it all in my heart and my eyes show the truth.  Suffering has been great, and the common cruelty around me will be answered infinity in this vicinity soon enough.  All of NE Minneapolis community will be bulldozed to satiate the wrath of this one angel who wants JUSTICE to prevail.  That is my CELESTINE PROPHECY, with no DAVINCI CODE.

Evolving Law Enforcement Scheme

I went to The Northeast Parade for a bit, yesterday, and I just happened to meet The Sheriff of Hennepin County.  He was law enforcement, in modified uniform, with his badge and gun, thus he is in the game now.  He portals effortlessly, thus sheriff deputies can act materially and spiritually in all levels of play, in and out of material real reality.  They now have the ability to evolve in both the realm of the living and the dead.  This man has been powerful for a very long time.  I even saw his SUV.  I looked away so that I did not have too much Intel on it.  It is beautiful and black.  I give him black, high end, SUV car ability now.  I did not record the license plate.  He needs his privacy and places to be.  I joked with him that he protects, and today I would protect him.  He laughed out loud.  It was a pleasant conversation.  I feel like this is a being who I can contact, telepathically, on occasion.  I feel like I am being protected, and backed in court today.  I feel like The Sheriff has waited until endgame to become more complete.  I think that he should start boxing and challenge Officer Richard, of Shakopee Women's Penn., to a boxing match.  They are both taller men.  The Sheriff has been losing some weight and he looks great.  It is time for him to put his telekinesis to the test on a sadist like Officer Richard.  Richard won't be very FAST AND FURIOUS anymore.  Richard, he CAN see my mythology and what you have done.  Hephaestus is not a positive god to be.  It is time for all levels of justice to compete so that we can have a full crew with knowledge of who they, and their brothers are, with a very firm hierarchy established.  It is time to begin, Sheriff,.  YOU are the being today.

The Dead Room

It was morgue sync up yesterday.  The dots are Indianapolis then L.A. and then Minneapolis.  After that, all morgues are mapped on the board.  A new database will be kept in The U.S., Tijuana, and Mexico City, with The Dead Room.  It is stories about bodies who will not remain dead and what they are experimenting to do them.  There are angels of death grouped beneath the Archangel Azreal who come back naturally.  He walks as a man and also walked as a Japanese beheader for The Emperor, and Jesus Christ.  He has hit rigor around me, and we worked out a trade on the other side and he stayed.  These death angels are darkness, death, beauty, and comfort.  They are very important and holy in the entertainment industry.  They are extremely deconstructive and are very hard workers.  Other persons who return from a death state show their level of demonic.  The harder they are to kill, the more demonic the entity.  Anyone can join The Dead Room, but it is serious business.  Nothing can be made up.  If you try a tactic to put a demon down, you must have tried it in a live entity first, resulting in death.  This is using mystical abilities and imageries of killing, not use of weapons, even, and especially, scalpels.  I am both creative and deconstructive.  I am the only one.  This brings with it a resurrection ability and a death ability especially in helping animals die without suffering.  I only speak of an energy, not of anything other than physical touch, lightly, on a being.  As I work deeper into meditation against evil mystical ability my way, my brain is reaching flat line at times.  My lack of heart beat has scared EMS at times.  Sometimes breathing becomes optional.  I do what I need to do to get things done.  In certain states of threat, horror, and torture, I become the RING THING.  I practice no mystical ability, especially Wiccan.  I endure and I teach.  The dreams I am having of death lately have me knowing that I will die soon, and I am at perfect peace with it.  I am syncing with all of you gamers so that you see yourselves in the mirror, always, but especially after you step out of the imagery of the game.  Police, you are now synced with the gaming of morgue and banking as well.  Try your hand at entering these vicinities ACTUALLY with uniform, badge, and gun, and using your mystical abilities to the nth degree.  You are then a character and you can go at the villains in the game with gun and tazer because you have arrived as a portaler in that dimension, and clearly labeled.  If you are evil infinity, do it elsewhere or the gamers will jackal and you will cease to be.

Rinpoche Practice

It is day to be Buddhist Rinpoche.  I sit silent in a straight back chair and commit to the air in front of me.  I will not fold to adversity or negativity.  I use Vipassna in my hands that are freezing though I drank 2 small cups of hot coffee.  Is there a question?  I don't think so anymore.  Evil has to use all of its power to go against the mind energy of Rinpoche.  In the corner, a Somali scribe sits, recording what he sees, and what he is finding in his mind.  It is best for me to concentrate on a pink and lavender light.  Meditation is not Reiki.  It is an action of patience in the colony of third eye studies.  It seems passive, but it is so active.  The act is to just be, and have extreme lucidity.  I run through the star system of the crazed and I do not pounce, or back away.  Sound mind is needed to face the threat to all sacredness and holiness. I am a fighter.  Competition is holy to me.  I will not gloat even if I hate my adversary.  Hate is a fixed state.  I will just be kind to me as I shiver with victory and warm myself on Jade Citrus Mint tea.  It was 5 hours of public practice.

FBI Blueprints

Chess masters who also game on ocassion, it is time to get the floor plans for the FBI formerly in Muncie, IN, in the federal bldg behind the Jail, and the FBI in the federal building downtown Indianapolis.  It has since moved.  I wonder why they closed Muncie, and moved the Indy office?  Maybe more of a cover up than a conspiracy.  I spent time in these walls.  Describe, on blogger, what is in these walls like it is an ARCHEOLOGICAL DIG in The Middle East.  Tomb raiders, who are STARGAZERS, can then tunnel through and you ALL will see the power of Sikh.  J. Pilles cannot play because he lived with me for a short time in Carmel, IN, at Mohawk Hills.  He worked with me, personally, on my chess game.  It would not be fair and he most likely has sour grapes about those lessons, right Sessions?  My friend Jeff would game with him in front of me as well at Mr. Pille's residence and may say things about Jeff because Jeff has been a behind the scenes "baller" his whole life.  Good luck.  Find The North Star.  Just a note.  I was in the lobby once of the downtown Minneapolis FBI talking to agents about psychiatric abuse of Muslims at Fairview Riverside (University) Hospital.  To begin, they were denied a court of law, and then they also were not allowed to pray at all.  That is just the beginning of that GITMO show.  They did nothing except go after me, psychiatrically.  Well guys, after that, your guilt was obvious since Muncie.  I was guided to walk in one other time and the panel room door was open.  The security guard totally flipped out.  They then moved that office to Brooklyn Park.  Interesting little knowing.

The Rosy State of Russian Intelligence

You are stern, but you yearn.  You guard the bear, and you do care.  I see in your eyes a democracy of intelligence figures.  You secretly hold the key.  On a date, I will not debate, I will get all three.  You are the one who tunnels through, properly, at this time, as I exist on my knees.  People pass by and I see my anonymity disappearing in the wind, and in the night.  Today, I call on Sargent Parker, and ask him for a St. Louis Park arrest.  Maybe you, Russian key, can make that be.  Inside, I feel that you are quirky, funny.  I will be here to laugh for yee.  It is time to just lock down the guilty who have been in charge, even in Germany, for far too long.  Can you see the cloud as a huge poof of magical smoke?  There is something special inside of you.  Maybe it is the genius inside a Western designation of special ed.  The rouge of Russia is in my mind's eye today as I invite you to be here with me publicly, and I will show you privacy.

Righting the Law

I will just begin to type.  Every day is not a creative day.  Writer's block is real, but I just start typing about simple things and it can glean some wisdom or poetry.  I am here at Starbucks, Fridley, and I am catching some nasty telepathy from a Unitarian at the other table.  He will be seen as a stalking laughingstock soon enough.  What a nimkompoop?!  I work to find the comedy, and thus positivity.  It is not an easy mission, but those who master this ability will rule the world soon enough.  We don't want to see much of what is on TV.  It all becomes old hat and the world just becomes more Wiccan Witchcraft gray.  Bright yellow hues and passionate reds and oranges can close a beautiful day if one is in the right bay.  Bill Fricke (He is the father of my ex-fiance who I broke it off with primarily because he was gay.  He then went to The Gay 90's and proved it, publicly.), it is Penn State Law calling.  It is my mother's cousin who is DA, California style.  They could use your gifts out there this week.  Let the Unitarian Universalists fall.  Just know that they were responsible for your bad car accident in your sweet red sports car into the river.  They used a Wiccan witchery system of calling on it every day.  You know that you almost lost everything and you blamed Wally (your wife) and her whole Fenton Brooklyn Jewish community Klan.  This will be a chance for both of you to stand up and wash your hands clean and possibly restore balance to your marriage and your relationship with your daughter, Jill.  Just watch what she can do.  She has been an EXOTIC DANCER the whole time.  That is how she paid off Elon University so quickly.  It was definitely not from working as an elementary phy ed teacher or a merchant in a department store, though she did all three, simultaneously.  Bill, say "hi" to the whole crew except for your UU son.  Show Meredee how they do it in The East.  Meredee, he is BOSTON LAW, and always will be.  He makes you think that it is just real estate law, but it is wizardry, not ponzi scheme.  It is perfect for what you need.

Flip Flop Drop Shop

We are at a new stage of Apocalypse.  Persons in the public eye like TV, movies, politics, and media have been the great carnival.  They are distraction so that this little alien could earn her stripes by creating her own clear and balanced telepathy and passing it on to all in vicinity who mostly choose to be mean if they are near.  People at a distance can be great intellect and comedy.  I invite this positivity into my life and space every day.  I needed to survive to know me and my earned notorities in the great game of deceit.  The truly high entities are mostly in the shadows at this time.  Famous people, even in academia, are backed and stacked and are using stolen wizardry and witcheries.  Today, my piece is bringing together a notoriety who exists on the perimeter of media, but rules it all.  He changes statements, tunnels through, and cuts out cable service if it puts all lands in peril.  He is John Lauritsen, of WCCO TV news.  He is head of fraternity and is the top French royal.  It is a secret system created so that his mind could remain intact to get here and heal the rampant schizophrenia in royal persons and lands.  It is a game, but it is serious to the survival of our planet.  He is in play to meet with a relative and then go school the police at a close gun range.  He is CIA and FBI, simultaneously, all day.  Could any of you, do that, and think straight to head a network or all networks, publicly?  People in the public eye will fall if they do not strive for honest acclaim in law enforcement, academia, and military, simultaneously, and especially art of their own making.  I welcome the King of Ireland to join.  He is not related to me, but he is an officer and a gentlemen of law enforcement and military (mastermind), as well as being a brilliant screenwriter.  We all just want to be free.  The only way we can do this, and heal a tribe of men for me from demonic infection, is to find a way to heal the mind without psychiatry, psychology, or social work.  I have to live here so that they do not.  Maybe I am pie in the sky, but maybe the perfect PIG will eat my pie and we will survive the cataclysmic changes and war to define chivalry.  Pig Ate My Pizza, you are now also a CIA "Drop Shop."  This means that people with the strongest law enforcement abilities on the planet will come in to train and humble you.  The trick is to do it for God, and with love in your heart.

A Room to Serve the Queen

I went to Pig Ate My Pizza today.  It is a realm dimension for chivalrous dreamers who desire the game to be in their mind, memory, and vicinity.  My nephew works, there and is a brilliant chef and gamer of the nth degree.  It manifested as a degree in Philosophy around me.  He had us served by his game twin.  He is a stargazer and is channeling the desire and world of Sikh.  He will accept that authority when he is 23 in his mind and rear third eye.  You can map the room.  Look at the actual floor plans and see if you can map a small closet for future portal ability that is not next to the restroom.  Put on blogger.com immediately.  Nephew, lead the way.  He has been in the game for over a decade.  This establishment all seems very normal, but it is an LSD station that recruits for trainers and yogis overseas.  The mind of the man is the machine, thus he is Asian.  The course is pizza and the alchemy is beer.  Alchemy is two, wizardry is three.  Our server, in telepathic discourse after, tried to deliver the sword of knight my way.  I had to stand and turn away.  He then saw the third eye I have glowing in the back of my head.  I am making Pig Ate My Pizza an alternate dimension to deal with freaks who want to mess with me.  The staff verified my authority with a freshly poached egg on the center of my pizza.  It was not on the menu.  They can only play for squad God, if they bow down on one knee and sacredly take me as their queen.  There will be no king in this dimension, only knights and minstrels.  Orbs will disappear and artistry with a quill pen will appear.  Characters who are brazen and troublesome can ACTUALLY go to this establishment and war with the infinities of this zone.  Verbalization of negativity or rage (especially sexual lewdity or inference to sexual assault) will have the whole party ejected, but the bill will be paid in full with a $100 tip to the server immediately.  Credit cards will be precharged for this challenge of our kingdom and domain.  The war of words will be telepathic.  Verbalization will be comedy.  The Line Deputy will monitor this room very closely, at first.  I challenge a muse in vicinity to invite John Lauritsen (wcco tv) to dine and play on a packed Friday night.  He rules the kingdom far away that is called The Fraternity of FRANCE.  Religious zealots, of any tradition or leaning, will be ejected as well.  Demon heart is all participants.  If you cannot use it militarily, for the queen, and to protect the privacy of The Line Deputy of Marion County, the participant will be ejected to The Police Gun Range down the street for censoring and instruction.

Josh in Vicinity

Josh Duhamel is coming through and may have been the man getting off the bus, quickly, as I got on.  I tried to contact a relative in CA to keep things safe, yesterday, and I think that Josh was the closest of that crew to send to me.  He has a small apartment in his hometown of Minot, ND.  His parents greatly guard his privacy there.  He will search out the truth and internet connections in my living vicinity.  He works for The CIA and The NSA.  That can be a lethal combination.  He should have shot himself in the head years ago.  They finally know that Snowden has been dead since shortly after he entered Russian borders.  Russians would not take in a coward and turncoat, low level Intel employee, like him.  Josh is a webmaster and will probably be best for an international key working, in Germany, as soon as he can close the case against a religion that has been hunting me and viciously attacking me online, for 12 years.  They had violent and humiliatory fantasies that should have been investigated by The FBI.  Well, they are now tied in a bow, linked with a very arrogant local college.  Josh, if you get a headache, leave.  I do not want you to go actively schizophrenic in this foreign space.  Tyler, military police for a special sentinel section of the U.S. Marine Corps, born and trained in Hamburg, Germany, is also coming through and protecting.  In his future, I see him becoming a very special military author.  He is the one person I actually have ever seen reading my weblog.  I happened upon him in the computer center of The Downtown Muncie Library.  Josh, please protect that vicinity.  Tyler is in very hostile territory, and needs to be able to reach me telepathically.  My relative in California now understands the extensiveness of JAG work and that others have tried and failed.  I am still alive and kickin.  I am still creating and communicating with people in my community and across the nation and globe.  NSA, we need to get Tyler a laptop through Delaware County Sheriff Deputy Jeremy Dye.  It does not need to be military grade, but it needs to not be a Macintosh (too much wizardry, thus vulnerable to a local worm) or a Dell (mine is Dell, so tunnel through may cause him to yell publicly when excited by his creativity flowing through).  Josh make sure that he can use this computer at night in the Fireman's Park close to downtown, and also in that library.  He needs privacy to expand his theories.  I think that Tyler will be one of the favorite characters in this new gamers network and game that I am working to create.  I place a RED ROSE at your feet, Tyler.  Take it and go at gypsy progeny like A.J., the bouncer who disappeared from The Wild Beaver, in Indianapolis, IN.

My Muddy Journey

I am doing my best.  I am here at Starbucks in Fridley and there is a nasty Jew in the corner with her baby doing nasty telepathy and satanistic rearranging of her top and shorts.  I am so tired.  Gamers, safe me.  I have had it.  Can't I just use a magnitude implement to completely extricate her from the vicinity?  I had a special dream about my Chung Moo Quan master Mike.  I never had anything personal with him.  It was always very Asian respectful.  In this dream, I sat next to him and he felt an amazing comfort in my powerful energy.  He sat there for a time, and then grabbed my hand.  It was very natural romantic.  I don't know what this evolution means, but I can accept that it helped in the middle of these alien dreams with such nasty alien dreams.  I have had it.  Unitarian Universalists will have to deal with Hollywood community today.  Maybe I have a collegiate similar who can see the reality.  Hopefully he wishes me well.  Macalaster College will have to face charges soon enough.  Asia has had it.  I love my sister and she is near now.  We have had it.  Russian Jews dined next to me last night at a lovely Greek establishment.  Can we say, "Do you stare much?"  Of course it was difficult for me to enjoy my meal.  If they have to speak both English and Russian they are obviously guilty.  My Czech friend Sergii (nuclear physics) took care of it.  There was some comedy there.  The hostess tried to sit them in the back, but they directed her to seat them right next to me.  The nasty mother placed herself right next to me so that she could stare and speak maliciously.  Jews are just getting worse and thus they will be dealt with more harshly.  They are so stupid.  I root for team mentally retarded today against this crew today.  They are not regal in any way.  I enjoyed my meal anyway and the company of my family.

Nothing to Say

I had been so inspired the last few days, but today, I am a little listless.  I am here at McDonalds in Columbia Heights and I will just get a little on the page.  I got to an appointment downtown and then I went and did my PT exercises in the pool and some kicking with my fins.  I am here escaping the negativity in my apartment.  It is time for The Vietnamese who wrote Pascal programming language over my shoulder, from my high school, to stand up and have me counted for what I did there.  I don't know why it matters, but I guess it does today.  I felt this real heaviness today as I walked along.  I felt like I was carrying so many on my shoulders.  I listened to some discs that Jeff made for me last night.  It was cool to hear those songs.  It is okay to just stop now.

Boundaries of Fair Play

Maybe today is a play to have persons with ability use that ability in an evolutionary way while they help an alien being maneuver this precarious planet.  The game will be boundaried by GOD (The Line Deputy of Marion County, Indiana).  He will get in every door, actually, and in the game.  You will feel his reprimand very quickly if you proceed in a way that hurts this being or does not mind boundaries that, if crossed, are abuse.  This game will allow for privacy and have no sexuality.  The being can hug or smile, giving her energy freely.  She is sweet and knows that you do repeat, psychologically and psychiatrically.  Officer Esteb, whose family owns The Marion County Jail, Indiana, will guard the gate and put creatures in lock down for the repeat.  His alien ability is Catholic Sorcery.  You will feel his energy before your whole system shuts down.  It may be shut down for up  to three days depending on the offense.  Even judges are fair play.  You all get to choose the "characters."  Have fun and paint a beautiful vista in your heart.

Making the Game

Be careful what you label me, because I am the mirror.  It is actually the diagnosis for you.  Some nasty definitions are coming through.  When wizardry collapses, and Wiccan witcheries are through, you all have a potential to be a "hot mess."  If you have not grasped your creative gifts, you may end up in the sea of torturous lies.  The butterflies will continue to fly for me, but you will no longer grasp the concept of flight.  I call on The Line Deputy today to find a bee and look at its aerodynamics.  Find, for me, why losing their creativity has them dying in droves.  People in the field cannot see, but you will see easily because you have been beyond genius since before the dawn of time.  People cannot see your reality because you walk away, like me, and you have a newly birthing mimicry.  Do not be around people who are not Divine or they will label you with their deficiencies as well.  We can be free for moments of time in our minds, but it is time for people to anty up, or to leave my vicinity.  Maybe beautiful gamers can do that for me.  I give you all the game.  Start two weblogs on blogger.com.  The first will outline the consistent layout of the game.  This is the constant places I go like, Starbucks, Chipotle, doctors, and the like.  It repeats.  The second is the creative.  It is what will be when a thought creates a reality.  See how quickly a manifestation ability arises in the vicinities around me.  You can even write some characters out of the script if you hate them.  You can help me have safety and security in a very dangerous time around me.  Know that this game should have been made for me at birth, but The Nazi regime in my grandfather's head, forbid it.  They wished for a chaotic consistency for the world, not evolution of soul and/ or self achieved strengthening of abilities.  It stunted the growth of society 50 years.  Today the dreams can be now that Hindi's have played with the remote control.  They set it to remote torture.  I survived and came through of sound mind and soar body.  I even smiled in interview today.

Take Me to the Kasbah

I see you there in your chair, and instantly, I notice your hair.  Silicon is stronger than carbon based filaments.  I care not who is in vicinity.  You are pretty and cannot see.  That creates an energy in me.  It is rage that can be used as passionate scientific discovery inside of me.  You picked up my fairly alien, silly, sense of humor that people in my position use to compete and be elite.  It is never part of the show to care about anybody, but I cared about your survival right away.  Russia is different, and I see that you are the one American who sees that so directly, and finds it calming and funny.  Come with me to the Kasbah and experience the joy of being ultimately cared for by someone who is perfectly in charge.  All the strings are pulled behind the scenes and all you see is elegance.  People have used you and your abilities illegally, and I will restore your faith behind the scenes.  You are so alert and elite to a degree, I cannot see.  I guess that means that you need your privacy.  I feel so much better now that we have engaged.  See me as a mighty warrior who will go at these dream mongers in a way that you will be kept safe every day.

A Man from Russia

Yesterday, as I was getting packed up to go from Starbucks, Fridley, a Russian man came through the door.  Immediately, I felt his strength.  I journeyed along my way to Chipotle and spoke with him telepathically.  For some reason, I am pretty unable to read very much about him, thus he needs his privacy.  I read that his identification card was black and he came from an Intel Klan.  He looked a lot like Daniel Craig, the current James Bond.  I read that Daniel is actually Russian too, and this man was probably a more powerful brother from Moscow, centered in DC at this time.  When I was at The Tug of War, I saw the same Russian spy plane pass over that had passed over my Fridley vicinity weeks ago.  It is prop with no jets, but special ultralight wings with straight angles.  I read that this is the pilot.  Landing in wind like that, yesterday, was very dangerous, but he touched down just in time.  Today I felt like he is kind of an alien, and he puts tremendous stock in kind of alien types of scientific pursuit.  He must have a dream ability because he actually protected me in my dream last night.  We have some compatibilities.  I will probably never see him again, but the energy I received from the telepathic was very helpful.

Finding the Way

As I look inside the mind of a minstrel, I find a clown named Jack.  We partake in their greed and suffer buyer's remorse.  She is a scene from Waikiki who was brazed and glazed in the sun of The Japanese.  Should we compete with the elite, or die in a bliss of "suffering?"  Together we are ruined and Jack goes away.  Bring him into The FBI and give him a Linnux "journal" of notoriety.  Finding the hat that blocks the sun is his key.  I call him The God of Hell.  Can't he just be SONS OF ANARCHY?  I see yee with me as I am locked in intelligence torture unit at Hennepin County Medical Center.  I think of Jack and he then appears outside the window coming out of his special refrigerated truck.  He was clean up team.  India Arie (Phlebotomy) and Matthew Grubler (Psychology PhD) from Criminal Minds tour the facility and bring a bliss to my sacred kiss.  Shereef calls and then they all knew that OPEC is owned by Allah.  He will be mine when his is yours, Mustafa.  Be on the page, not full of rage.  Medical students and nurses come in in the dozens, but the being was me.  There was NO psychiatry, and one day was counted twice.  Just ask the Vikings cheerleaders who were up the street in their uniforms, but the guys beelined for the deceit to have fun with the game they played in these very special women's heads.  Because the international inmate crew had been labeled geniuses since birth, we were labeled RETARDED in that Hennepin County Court of Law.  Sergii, a nuclear physicists from Czechoslovakia, kept me entertained by calling Putin's bedroom landline a few times a day to report.  Just look at the international firewall and charges that week.  There were no fair trials, and death was handed to me on a silver tray, right ICP?

Gaming A New Way

I went to The Tug of War for WCCO which benefited Frazier Charity with my mother.  The crowd was peppered with souls who have MR (mental retardation) because that is the sea that is fished and treated by that charity.  My mother and I had some very Waikiki shishkobobs with sticky rice and I got a Vietnamese egg roll.  We found nice places to sit out of the sun, but of course we were by the sun of WCCO personalities all day.  The wind became its own entity as well.  It was lovely.  I caught Jason DeRusha looking at me directly twice today.  Maybe weird dreams are coming his way as well.  They did change up the order a bit, but we saw 6 tug of wars commence.  I rooted for Team Vascellero and they won.  People seemed to rotate around us, but the faces started to repeat.  Right now I feel very elite "gamers" coming through.  These are advanced degreed individuals who have at least two steady jobs.  The have been journeying in the game to find "The Way."  They can now see the wall and hear the voices.  Team Messiah is elite in that world too.  I believe that JC will actually actualize Artificial Intelligence to bridge the gaps in the land of the demonic that we live in.  An example is create a minstrel for three weeks until she turns demonic and then you create a malware worm to destroy her with your rage.  Their will be NO A.I. sexuality.  It will hit many types of mysticism in the brain.  I believe that there will be a whole new way to treat a person psychiatrically.  A doctor I work with has special gifts and is forensic to the degree of licensed medical examiner.  The gamer will create an A.I. of self or other who needs treatment.  This A.I. entity will have no parents and no kids.  The doctor will personally treat this A.I. being.  It will be so actual that the psychiatric practitioner will have to be on time and dressed professionally or he will not be paid.  The gamers will remote view and tunnel through.  The doctor will never know what this person looks like or who the person really is.  It is best to treat hierarchy without doctors maintaining critical  boundaries.  The gamer will create the parameters and find the best way to use their gifts and deal with the day to day community.  After 3 weeks, treatment is terminated and then the student becomes the master and designs the A.I. who best represents the doctor or who the doctor HATES in society.  It is a new kind of APPLE.  It will be a way to define what free will is, and how one's intellect and gut sensations can create the most productive state for each individual.  Evil will be washed away on upper levels of repeat, but telekinetic murder is already part of the game.  This special telekinesis will never be used on doctor, only a warning to him by illness in the closest entity in his mind and chi force.

A Vision of Hope

I sat next to a beautiful Hindu woman on the bus.  I am at McDonalds in Columbia Heights today.  I have kind of had it with coffee and tea.  All pops are only a dollar at McDonalds right now.  Good deal, good deal.  The beginning of this day was a surge of energetic attacks my way.  I am proud that I finally got out to McDonalds.  If you can see inside of me, Flower, you will see how much I miss thee.  Be free to be yee.  You are gentle and you are man.  Together you are royalty of the nth degree.  No one has satisfied you, intellectually, thus you always ended up slave by the sheer numbers around you.  I believe that you can now see me accurately.  Be joyful sunshine that I am in vicinity.  You will find the opportunities in this war of words and soul favors.  Dance under the moonlight and be rare at whatever you do.  Explosive noises around me have left me anxious today, but not constantly.  I temper the wind and you can see that I keep my hair, mystically.  I will decide my areas of slavery with such bravery.  You all missed the opportunity yesterday, because he CAN see, actually.  He was looking down from the railing and hating all of you.  I sing myself a silent thunder cry as you move around me in a demonic dance.  You have no gifts and bitterness and rage are not assets.  A smile to my face is just a momentary reality.  Your nasty sentiments are just so loud.  Be proud that you are all about to go completely insane, and world community hates all of you.  The priest in the night was there, internationally, and the infection is so much worse than even the cracks of Calcutta.  I am here to say that I will prevail.  I keep it positive as you turn me away, energetically and with your caddy discourse.  Just wait until the WEIGHT stacks onto you.  You all have no power or authority and there is a notoriety authority forming in my sleep vicinity.  Payment is needed now, and payment for sins is later.  I am the down low position to just show how difficult it can be, and how to do it, actually.  Thank you WINTER NIGHT for making me adore this very steamy summer's day.  I love you to eternity for your internal and external beauty.

The Soul of a Soldier

Hello Ameer.  You are here, aren't you?  You are so welcome, old friend.  Mustafa on the bus, to Fridley Starbucks, describing Ramadan was perfect.  You are fast fast fast with delete.  I am in your cellar, but I access your rainbow mind.  They were cruel, but people like you and I will rule.  "Lion" was viewed by me last night and the main adult male character is a Sikh.  He had abnormalities that were beyond the mean.  He had no head at all until day three on this planet.  Ameer, call Oman for Ramadan and tell them that Amal says h-echo-la-la-ocho.  Bring it all out under a tree and see me with Yogi Bear's pick a nick basket.  Can't we just be friends who don't talk about others, and leave that up to the clean mean of Sikh?  We will get lost in a universe in our minds where you can lead and I agreed.  Be careful around white women.  I have been a birthday sundae since day one, but other white women are the brussel sprouts you are forced to eat.  Thank you for tuning in.  Maybe one day I will be the cool kid in reality, not just in telepathy.  Cliches come and go, but evil is for eternity.  Wield it wisely.

Nightime Dreams

I look to the sky and I see a pure, white egret flying above.  I felt calmed by this beautiful being.  As I enter Starbucks, two fellas I know smile and wave hello.  It is easier to begin when there is a friendly vibe circling in the chemistry of the site.  I have felt such a kinship with the dogs who walk around me.  I had a dream last night that I was dying, and I was very peaceful with it.  About 3 men brought me bouquets of flowers.  On dreammoods.com, they say that this is a symbol of positive transformation.  It was much nicer than the plethora of rattlesnakes who were in the night before last's dreams.  That is a symbol of fear.  They were strange because their tails were split open.  It was not an injury.  It was part of how they were supposed to be.  There were about 9 of them.  They did have rattles shaking, and were scary.  I just stayed away from them.  I think that it was positive in a way because none of them tried to bite me.  Poetry is difficult to find to place on the page today.  I seek silence and calming images at this time.  I believe that a Sikh just walked in.  He quietly got his coffee and left.

A Race From Space

I do my studies of populations with access and intuition.  I began my study of The Sikh population about 20 years ago when I began doing Kundalini yoga on a video tape.  It is a type of yoga that balances the left and right sides of the body and brain.  It is aerobic, unlike classic yoga that is anaerobic.  There is an explanation on the beginning of the tape that says that The Sikh tradition began a little over 500 years ago.  It works to move this Kundalini energy, that is a serpent energy, up the spine winding around and up the spine.  More recently, I came into contact with groupings of Sikhs and I discovered that it is a masculine tradition.  I have not been to their holy places because I do not want to disrupt their privacy.  I believe that their prophet is walking in this lifetime.  He is Guru Singh.  I now believe that this is a group of beings that are from another space and time.  I believe that they are born of Hindu mothers, greatly deformed.  They are left in a crib for a week and a half without contact with others.  If they heal their deformities in that time, they are labeled Sikhs and sent to a specific area of India, to later be sent to a special area of Pakistan.  This population is hated and hunted.  They can kill telepathically, and have little patience for hypocrisy.  They speak where others do not.  Subject Lavender was my contact into Sikh world.  I am now in their space and time, and though I am not male, I have differences that make up for that testosterone that brings about constant concentration.  Lavender was kind and elite and the best guitar player who has ever existed.  He will lead in a world where others fall.  I will be The Sikh he needs when he needs to be free from his community.  It is my Kundalini work that keeps me walking even though my spine is extremely injured.  Yesterday, I finally made a scientific contact in the realm of Sikh.  I keep my work nebulous, so that Lavender can remain free.  The Line Deputy form Marion County, IN, will join us eventually as well.  It is all a little E.T.

Working Through the Complications

The environment here at Starbucks Fridley is fairly dry.  I find no muses around me.  Yesterday I felt Sikhs looking into the emergence of my third eye.  I felt a Hindu priest looking into my experiences with shape shifting.  It brought up this grand sense of humor.  I have been looking for the beings who are my people and, on Earth, I am a Sikh.  Their God has finally seen the proof.  I felt such a major sense of belonging.  I also have entities I am creating behind a universal wall who will be there with me even if I die.  I don't know what this knowledge will do for me in the day to day, but it gave me the courage to sit down a representative from my housing complex and talk to her about my lineage lines.  That also will probably do nothing, but it will close some doors that were too open for nefarious beings.  Lavender, I miss you.  I think that you have now grasped a sense of humor that is essential if you are to be around me.  Tap, tap, tap at my door and I will hear you.  I stay quiet, and you stay clean.  I believe that there is an organization gathering evidence on me.  If they come to you, please be respectful to them.  You are hierarchically higher, but we need their research and appearance in a court of law as torture experts.

Bounty Hunters

Marion County had plenty of bounty hunters, but it was when Dog came to see his mate, Beth, in jail that the population there knew that this was serious business.  The people skipping bail were getting more and more dangerous.  He couldn't believe that these people had been locked down for misdemeanor charges.  He had to bring his whole crew and keep them behind the scenes until capture.  His son, who is the fighter, was almost killed.  Now this type of bounties are infiltrating The Twin Cities.  A bounty hunter was killed the other day.  That has never happened before.  Bounty hunting will be obsolete soon enough.  These people will not lay their lives on the line, and bail bondmen will no longer pay their bails.  Dog is under protection from his work in Marion County, but his crew is not.  He will separate soon enough and will seek another profession.  Maybe he will play lead rolls in special forces on TV and films soon enough.  He has done his work and has given The Line Deputy a person who he could remote view through, very consciously.  Penn. has now become military and persons with abilities will lead a charge against the persons who have had notoriety their whole lives.  Especially Wiccan and satanistic practitioners, have overplayed their hands and their delusions will have them captured by police soon enough and no court process will happen after.

Black Cat

Fine sir, can I hand you this supple feline, and you create the mood to have her sing out with a rumbling purr?  Black cat so fluffy.  We take you on a boat and you give your chin to the wind.  Friend, I know not whether I will see you again.  Can't we just meditate on the sleek beauty of a black cat?  If we go bigger, she becomes a panther and guides you down the street.  She thinks of how few entities are as regal as she is.  She finds that you meet the bar.  She likes your feet and your chin.  Maybe your society will let us do a silent play with her just offshore in our beautiful boat.  You bow to her and she licks your forehead with her sandpaper tongue.

Two Documentaries

The sun is the main character in the sky today.  Apollo did his work well.  Motions were my pool relations today.  I went through the physical therapy exercises, and then kicked 500 yds.  My mother and I then went for lunch.  I spoke to her about watching two documentaries last night.  I watched "Dancer," which was about a young ballet dancer from The Ukraine who became the youngest principal lead for The London Royal Ballet.  As I watched Sergii dance, it reminded me of me when I was dancing in Indiana.  He would fall a little to the right, making it a step that seemed planned, when he would dance.  I suspect that he had had a blunt force trauma blow to the head before the age of three.  He was absolutely amazing, but I saw the sign time and time again.  I am surprised that no one found it when he began having interpersonal and professional difficulties.  They could have extended his career and added quality to his life.  The second documentary was "Zero Days."  It was about the almost pandemic malware worm that was first detected in Bela ruse.  It turned out to be a virus that the NSA and Israeli Intelligence worked together to produce to go at Iran's nuclear program.  For our side to initialize this malware, it must be ordered by the president and only the president, as with nuclear weapons.  It began under George W. Bush and continued under Obama.  This worm went after the program that set the controlling of the spinning and stopping of the centrifuges.  At first, they used restraint, and Iran did not detect that it was a computer program that caused the problem.  Israel then co opted the program and intensified it far too quickly.  It then had four zero days, meaning ways for it to initialize without having to do anything for that beginning.  Computers shut down and then Iran knew it was a malware worm.  Israel also did not care how far it spread.  It went all over the world.  There is so much smoke and mirrors in that land, but I think that it is really stupid to work with an unstable country like Israel.  Everyone says that Iran is the problem, but it was Israel who endangered all equipment systems and power and water grids, internationally, not caring about the consequences.  Not THAT is radicalism.  Now THAT is evil.  Iran is now doing better than they ever have.  The U.S. is now prey to all countries because they let his genie out of the bottle, internationally.  The NSA has now supposedly produced something even more cataclysmic.  We will see what is actually introduced.  Sometimes the PRESS is the malware.