Party At the Border

 I feel myself under the sea.  My TV stopped working a few moments ago.  I will have to race to the finish line tomorrow.  Maybe it seems like nothing to you, but it is real news to me.  Maybe news isn't real anymore and the one who screams that is delusional in his own way.  All governmentals refuse to acknowledge the mystical and I am the head of sorcery through a library feed of divinity at Cambridge.  Nickolaus, I am the one who still calls you sir.  Baby baby, I also manage material means.  The convention will move with the tides, but can be stopped by the action of sharks.  The North Shore of Oahu was never the same after my father was carried out to sea by the undertoe as he went way over his head surfing with a long board in the 70's.  He wasn't my father anyway.  GEORGE, come into this reality and exclaim that I am your only misbegotten baby and mystical master.  Vampires around me, and come to be the intelligent energetic masters who can heal my injuries, show to everyone that I have no disease.  I can hear those around me who are so offensive.  I was walking today with my headphones on and Latino nasty female, I heard you say LOCO behind me.  You do not know me, but now we know you and we have the key to your store.  I have been so kind to Latino community, but I am done now.  Gentleman, you should have taken care of these evil females and nasty children who believe that they are holy.  Border Patrol, I make Officer Richard the head of that operation.  It is so Fast and Furious.  Have fun with your own disease, ladies.  Steal from me, openly, and I hand you my mystical thief.  I am angry and no one will ever know the pain that these loco woman have brought to me.