Eyes of an Arab Star

I wrote a poem about the weather and sent it to an applicable party.  There are three strong Arabs who have walked in, and are enjoying their coffee.  They need to be able to continue to walk around The Twin Cities without being hassled or stalked.  Their ability level is becoming more apparent.  Another Arab walked in just as I wrote that line.  I know him from a restaurant I go to.  He is very strong, but is an entity who is really needing free will to come to his ultimate destiny.  There is something happening.  I can feel it, but I stay pretty clear.  I do not coffee with an Arab team anymore.  It is best.  My Saudi Arabian friend is stressed...After I wrote this I went to get refill on my coffee.  I heard the head slovenly Arab say, "That woman needs to get an office, and not stay here for hours?"  Well guys, your test is through.  The strong one walked away from you.  You guys are Arab losers who will have to deal with very disorganized hell dimensions AND realms, simultaneously.  Just know that you are stalkers and YOU stay here for hours at a time.  You have already been here over an hour.  Most people who sit stay for at least two hours.  Some Arabs may get out, and many may fall due to your constant deceit and blasphemy of the hierarchy I sat with at the old Caribou downtown.  Just, for the record, I have never talked to these three men ever, and I have never given an Arab my weblog or my Twitter.