My Loving Assassin Named THOR

I closed out Starbucks (Fridley) at 9:30 pm last night.  I am here again already.  It is 5:52 am.  I know not what is happening, but I feel Sikhs in the tree.  Maybe even Zacchaeus is waking up today with a shame and stupidity migraine.  Now he might find it inconvenient that I have installed a soul in his nasty satanistic interior.  No more counseling for you, sir.  You can collect taxes if you want to, but modern day Jesus wants nothing to do with you.  You are not famous, and you will never be in any industry, especially L.A. community.  PERSIA will make sure of that today.  You forgot, every day, that there was a world renowned Chinese psychiatrist directly upstairs.  They are telepathic and telekinetic from birth.  His image of me has not change since I came to JUDGE and clean the scene when I was 18.  THOR, from the band The Cows, stills sees me walking down the street where he met me at Willow Street and actually PROTECTED me so I could do my calculus by myself on lunch break.  I did a month of differential equations, by myself, when I was on his beat.  When I returned to my high school, I got a perfect test score.  It is time that you all back away and let THOR speak.  He has been autistic since birth, and now he knows that it was Jesus coming through him around me (Jeff).  What is it liked to be stalked by "angels" of death, and that one in particular.  He then started the feeder program for autistic assassins that I designed about two months ago after seeing "The Accountant" with Ben Affleck.  You are protected now, internationally, from psychiatric community.  They can become NUMB and talk to CHESTER on the other side.  Love ya baby.  Now Muncie will see what I had around me and kept away from their vicinity.  Try not to use the word THE.  It will make transmissions more complete, conscious, and regular.