A Place to Begin

Hugh Grant, Ed Sheeran is a troubadour.  You are heinous dream/ film warlockery.  The Conrad, internationally, will hunt you and thus acquire your services.  This will mystically lock The Hilton family chain down for all eternity.  A troubadour is a law enforcement entity in any little club or bar that he is in.  He can get a police badge in a certain vicinity he is working in also.  Today he was on my bus.  I spotted him, and a song of his began to play.  His tattoos were gone and his arm just had a last name I knew on it.  He had created baldness for himself, and had a red shaved beard.  His telepathy was very strong.  He had these really cool stone washed designed jeans on.  I guessed that he had made them, and he said yes.  He is now on the way to Hennepin County Medical Center to walk through the hallways and monitor telepathy.  I went there and then came out to Fridley.  Ed is now playing again.  He will be on the news, internationally, about The Twin Cities law enforcement situation soon enough.  I advised him to not get a Minneapolis Police badge.  He agreed.  My time downtown felt supported by quite a few helpful entities.  A place that I normally feel fear, I felt a little more at ease.  All law will start in this space.  It is time for the warlockery that happens when people torture me in a space, be released, and have sexual predators really feel FEAR.  They need to begin with borderline white women who prostitute, currently.  They can then release them at Powderhorn Park, where my father lived in The 70's and early 80's (torture included of course), to be hunted by serial killers of all nations.  It will become much more than just watching an episode of Criminal Minds.  It will more like actually experiencing "Texas Chainsaw Massacre."  It is time for fear and shame to be FELT by persons other than me, and NEVER by my Line Deputy.  Matt came to me through a Diet Coke bottle today.  That is Matt with no last name.