Making the Streets A Grid

I did some chopping and cooking yesterday.  My marinara sauce ended up completely delectable, and I also made a delicious salad.  I have not written for a few days.  My mind is calm, but my creativity is silent.  I am finally going deep with the idea of mystical security.  I do listen to the counsel of a chief as a guide.  I work hard to get it right exactly the first time.  Sometimes it is my own intuition, and sometimes I feel his telepathy.  I stay away from the fray, but I do pay attention.  There were some alarming fireworks let off after midnight in the garden next door last night.  I just took it as an analogy for extreme wilderness in someone's head.  It rains a little by me today, but around the area there are quite a few tornadoes.  The outer atmosphere is hostile and it is time for people to actually be people of God.  No more pretend piety.  The angels in the architecture are watching, internationally.  North Korea was with me in my last semester on campus at Hamline University as my roommate.  I also found the one North Korean martial arts master in Muncie.  I met with him alone in his dojo.  Kim Duck, of street notoriety in Indianapolis, IN, WAS a cop guys, but was also locked down in state penitentiary due to his relationship with me in Indy.  Thanks U.S. Navy for making him a myth and almighty to Sheriff  Deputies' and to the streets.  He was very kind to me and was an outside ticket dealer so he took me to a Fever vs. Suns WMBA game.  They gave him the death penalty in that state Penn, and he survived the electric chair.  I make him a robbery homicide Lieutenant today, internationally.  No more Penn time.  He looked African American, but he was actually Vietnamese.  Kim Jong Il and Kim Jong Un would tunnel through him in the late night on the streets so he could see when he went blind due to pepper spray from the very dirty police.  Indianapolis HAD police because he was so almighty.  I did house him one night with another homeless man due to the unrelenting rain.  Kim had not showered in a week, but rather than go at his dignity, I just put him next to me on my queen mattress and the Indy drummer man on an inflatable mattress in the living room.  This was a military engagement, and only dirty and disgusting vermin will think that it was sexual.  There is tremendous ability on the streets, thus they can survive things like the Minnesota winters and time in the wilderness even around rattle snakes.  The next morning the smell was intense.  I said nothing.  It was a defense so that people would give him his space.  He did not like to be touched, AT ALL.  After they left, I just stripped my bed, sprayed my mattress with Febreeze and washed my bedding.  He then had the energy to protect me for a day or two.  I wrote a poem for him before that and he framed it and carried it with him for safety and dignity.  He guides the street here in Minneapolis, MN, now with my security guide at his side, and seeks to eek out some justice against those who would challenge God's authority.  Kim Jong Un is actually part of my Chung Moo Quan dojo and his second would write with me at my Starbucks in Fridley.  Say what you wish, but HE knows how to handle people who are especially Pagan and challenge the theory and reality of God.