Fighting to Trap Some in Purgatory

I found a place to have a cheap burger that is flame broiled.  The meal was all inclusive, and the environment was today too.  Maybe the worker and I found it funny.  A couple even brought their kids.  "Friend", I need you now.  Give me some pleasant telepathy as I am dealing with the crap of the universe.  Ritualists just think that they are so subtle and intelligent.  Masterminds they are not.  I am sure the staff here has had it as well.  Friend, walk with me and you will know your divinity and creativity.  Oh well, at least you know your servitude to even the women in the kitchen who came out as soon as I received my food.  Who sits down and eats during the surge of the lunch rush?  Why do they get to stare like that?  Peacock coming through.  Please do not make yourself food.  I need to stay in the land of emotional telepathy because I have a surge of paranoid Wiccan practitioners coming though who are about to go down.  It is just a hind in the background, but I will not pay it any mind.  True emotional pushes out these, mainly women, who are constantly making false connections and out and out lying.  They will not be able to maintain consistency and will lose their memories soon enough.  The worst will be the throbbing, constant PARANOIA.  Their constant conversations with police will be short as law enforcement realizes the realities in their lives due to these communications, and they will hang up.  See how YOU all handle it.  Volcano, you are spouting again.  You can say that you are like me, but that is NEVER the reality.