How Jerry Does See

I just journeyed to the land of McDonald's, Columbia Heights, MN.  There I found knight Jerry, exuding the perfect dominant male essence of KKK with ICP.  His perfect number is three.  Maybe we have made a perfect trinity.  I get that Jerry, behind all his masculine and Green Bay tattoos, is a PhD in Psycho Therapy.  ICP, the plan is to change.  I say I hand over your case today to Jerry's very faithful, and imaginative hands.  He will now be your attorney in every court of law that a JUGALO tries to pin you for her murder.  Maybe even Jack the Ripper, the artist I met from Muncie, IN, thinks that this is a grand plan motion.  I will bestow on this knight today, a PHD in law from Hamline University.  Dick Cheney will give you your degree in weeks that are 3.  It will be PHILOSOPHIES that are debated in these courts of law, and will eventually bring in the new royals and gamers of all society.  I kick the ass of Elizabeth today.  She never got her degree, and I have more than 33, Jerry.  Maybe even NDSU deigned me worthy of a PhD in the pool, today, remotely.  I meet all of the love clubs just in time, dearest Jerry.  I allow a kiss on the cheek before you are off for your adventure.  Even NYC may want to meet you this week.  ICP notoriety will stand, and there will be some new ICP's from Europe, but no more Jugalos.  The scheme was not a dream, and now it is time to live by the rules so that you can show that you can make them in a revolutionary way.  In this grand land of McDonalds, I work salvage and recovery for magics like you, and young men who cannot attend university.  There is special satanism there.  It will now take on The United Methodist Church today.  Abdol is in place, and he has my most current torture tapes cued up for The Vatican this week.  Find your heart Jerry, but just never share.  Maybe three words is all you say with a real quill pen that you design and create, until the verses flow like the blood in The Rhine today.  Vampires admire thee, do not bow to ANY notoriety, and know that the foreign land where my heart rests, Indianapolis, IN, houses a battle within its gates between different factions of The KKK.  Please pray for my noble Line Deputy.