Hierarchy From My Lips Without Knowing

I really didn't know if I was going to make it to Starbucks today.  I have many things on my mind, but most are things that I must not put into words here.  I feel like some people that I used to do coffee with at Caribou (the former one by WCCO) are waking up today, and are seeing things in a new way.  Maybe it was strange to them that we were just able to have normal conversations, and I was okay that I did not speak Arabic.  It may all seem like a dream today.  The Queen in England is now needing to get on her knees and watch a movie like "The Exception", publicly, and think about living on a little over $900 American dollars a month with no housing included.  Food would be available at charitable centers.  There are examples that we live that are not just analogies.  People have chosen their paths.  True military can provide a backbone of dignity in the midst of cataclysmic insanity in community.  A severely schizophrenic woman came up behind the bus and started yelling at me to return her money to her bank account, as she also spoke about a politician who had killed a woman on the beach in Florida.  She also spoke about getting to TCF about a mortgage that should only cost $25.  She was scary.  It was Wiccan insanity.  It could be you any day, Queenie.  I am me.  I will never be comparable to all of yee.  As Arabs converge and learn the genius that it is to learn to be comedic, they breath a sigh of relief, and a way that they feel unique and brave.  I will just continue to walk forward, and only look back on brief occasions.  It is time for Pentatonix to step up and where their crowns and jewels, PUBLICLY.