Swinging Through DC

I have limped along to Starbucks.  Somehow I hurt my right foot.  I am having difficulty walking.  Then there is the whipping wind out there.  I have put in the proper calls to get some Ibuprofen ordered for Monday.  I slept long enough to have a proper nightmare, and now I sit in idle in terms of creativity.  We have one more week until The Final Four will be here in Minneapolis, MN.  All the hotels are filled up.  Maybe I could do away with my roommate, and rent out HER room.  No one would even notice except that they would feel so calm and free.  Jesse Smollett, now SHE is a noose around my neck, daily.  You really needed to check your horoscope before you made your plans.  Your moon was definitely in retrograde.  Chicago mayor just wanted any opportunity to get on TV.  Why doesn't he just grow some fingers and shut up?  I am in my frugal part of the month, but I have stocked up with pop.  It keeps me calm and like I do not feel scarce.  Thank you Walmart and Dollar Tree.  I concentrate so that I do not feel like I live much lower than the poverty line.  I do exist there financially and have my whole adult life, but I will not lose my focus, and my visits to places that normalize me.  Starbucks is a good example of a place that I feel part of an economically fine environment.  Macintoshs all around.  Diversity is here so people cannot claim me too racist because I am kind to the whole setting.  I have no home internet connection except on my cell phone.  Hamline University was ordered, by me, my second year, to design majors in a way that everyone would graduate with a degree in diversity.  I actually have a PhD in Diversity through our Anthropology Department.  This normalized speech on campuses all around the world.  I finished my time on Hamline's campus with a van trip with my pro choice group to DC for a march.  I protected the people that day, The Congress, and the landmarks.  There were 25,000 people actually marching.  We stayed with a CIA Admin in his "office" in Virginia.  It was a house, but Christie told me that he was her father.  He was not.  He was just briefing me the entire way, but the action was me, just little old me.  I split off from my group and visited the landmarks and the Congress, all in one chamber, and SCREAMED at their insincerity.  It is time for my mother's connection in DC to go down.  She, and her son and ex husband, are all Israeli.  She has stolen all of my mother's governmental notoriety.  My mother chose me.  Maybe you should have done the same for your child, "contact."  He's fated for Anoka Sanitarium now.  Not me, but my mother will run that joint one day.  She will begin from beneath, and then do the security to keep everyone locked down at night, and then use her linguistic key to teach Somali, German, and French.  Her GRADUATES will be made CIA right away.  She will be made the CIA head of QUANTICO, first at Anoka, and then in DC as one side of The Pentagon.  Cheers Mom, you will do great.  For now, she needs to have her privacy to take care of some private matters that poison the whole world and even the celestial realities.  With many challenges, she chose motherhood in a way no one has.  She has her demonic, but she is becoming much more acquainted with it and will use it to weaponize The Dalia Lama, especially against the man I thought was my father.  She kept that secret well so that I could have a "normal" upbringing, and was not called a bastard in school.  At this point, royals will take bastard as a compliment.