Aromatic Melody of Roses

Hello, I am here.  I sit calmly at Starbucks in Target and sip on my iced coffee.  I think of an Arab friend as I listen to Adele's song "Sweetest Devotion."  He is different from every man or being on this planet.  In his thoughts of me as an encounter, he sees me as roses and peaches.  All other men are still in fazes of fetishism.  Today, I walk into Target and there are roses everywhere.  They do not even have them on sale.  I felt a telepathic sweet message from him and Jorge who placed roses in my environment quite often that they planned the great act of romanticism and devotion.  It is so healing to me.  It was hard to get out today, but now I know that it was destiny as I smell the amazing smell of about 100 dozen roses of all colors.  I will sit here and heal from the week.  Sometimes I make a call to keep people on the ball.  Everyone is keeping up well.  As I have announced my new plan for Mayo physicians, they have canceled their next class of medical school.  300 people were sent letters of "error" from the medical school in Rochester after my epiphany.  I saw the announcement on WCCO news last night.  We move on from here and evaluate what we have, not bringing new ritualistic deceit into their premises and patients.  Thank you "media man" for catching my security chief before he disappeared while you were broadcasting.  I have never seen a broadcaster have to run to his seat after the commercials had finished.  There is quite a bit of motion even though it feels like I am standing still.