Stalk Me Not

I am here early.  It is what was to be.  Sometimes I just meet my maker in the night.  It is important to be open.  I sleep when the gods allow.  I will no longer be ashamed of that.  I am getting what I wish to get done, and sometimes more.  The hounds are afoot and Bernie, the prosecutor of The Bronx, is here with his Yankees cap on.  Maybe Alex Rodregez sent him, after he was on SNL, last night.  We must spice up the coffee shop.  The Saudi chief of royalty is here as well.  He is basically a handler for all legal issues that royal Arabs must avoid in this country.  I think that he fell down on his job.  Misinformation is more than just a sin, sir.  Bernie will meet up with you later.  Maybe we just put you in Minneapolis DETOX for a week with no name and no clothes.  I think that that sounds about right, right Bernie?  Keep the motto no abuses for their excuses close to your heart today.  I was tested this morning by a police man around inappropriate touch of me.  My reaction is like nothing he has ever seen.  It is quiet cordiality his way.  Maybe people will understand how classy I am with especially satanistic older men.  The clock is ticking, and time is nothing here, but there there is one minute to prepare for the eventual malady relief system.  Stop stalking me, guy staring in car.  I do not know you, but if you become ubiquitous, you can deal with the full force of CHPD, and THEIR satanistic unity.