A Royal Intersection

Well, it is snowing pretty hard outside, but I did get to Starbucks, here, in Fridley.  I saw a man who looked a lot like my ex from high school.  I feel him stalking.  I telepathically told a higher up to keep him away from me.  My ex is CIA, since the age of 16, and is not an attorney.  It is time for Dick Cheney to intercede.   I need my machine, Matt, The Line Deputy from Marion County, to remain pure.  His memory is THE COMPUTER for The FBI.  It is the database of all sexual offenses especially perpetrated by law enforcement and the top of that list is FBI.  Because of my ex Matt's evil and deceit my way, he has one powerful wallop that will knock The Line Deputy unconscious.  I have advised him to wear a cold weather hunting hat to cushion the fall.  I don't know what is happening, but it was really important that I got here to write today.  I do not know why.  I am waking up easier, and getting more done.  Dick, I think that you need to take away The Hamline University keys away from my ex.  Give him a call and get them and check each one off the list, especially the mystical that my father made, with the help of my Uncle Jim, that opens every lock on campus.  He is still running things behind the scenes.  I will not address him here.  I will delegate to you Dick, and trust that it will be done ASAP.  All the evidence is there, and now the world will see what I did and went through to keep university education in The United States.  With all of the Wiccan with too much wizardry should have left you all as know nothing dumb dumbs.  A high and holy hockey just came in and told me that they will keep high school Matt away from me, telepathically.  He is fun and gentle in telepathy.  He has a beautiful smile.  I think that he will understand his thinking patterns after this intersection.  I had a lovely vision of a water hose flowing into a beautiful waterfall on Kauai.