In the Thick of the Battle

 I am angry and I will let loose.  I called Chris Dunlap of Carmel Police Department and they said he would call back and he never did.  Thank you, Chris.  I am tired of you and Manchester United are as well.  I will no longer bend to your will.  I am higher in every degree.  You will decend into lunacy soon enough.  I have passed 6 MMPI's along the way along the way.  I was ordered off psychiatric medication by The Dalai Lama, himself, in Vancouver, British Columbia.  You are nothing without my loyalties.  You no longer have them.  I give my marriage line to my brother Peter.  We did have sexuality from children on so that we did not suffer the vexing of violence of it all on both of us.  My father was the first chief of fraternity and had the first fraterity pattle.  When my father pattled him with it I could sense the sexuality tunneled through and I through myself on my father's mercy.  I my known father he could have free sexuality with me and I screamed at Peter to leave the room.  It was never a smooth ride.  You are nothing Dunlap.  You work as a police Sargeant and you never actually worked with me.  You so much worked against me.  The top vampiric is my Line Deputy.  Now my Brits come through.  It is Sir Nicolas.  He is Manchester United and you never mastered a sport.  You have mastered complete psychosis.  I have tried with you, but today is the last try.  I will write to your chief if we need your team.  You choose to not believe because you have never been tortured, ecspecially internationally.  I hate you and basically always have.  You are insane and retarded, but are too criminal as to receive any type of public assisted and definitely no shelter in a HOA.  I have had it.  I don't care if you were the King of Ireland.  My grandfather KING taught me of the true inventiona and royalty of Ireland from day one.  He has made me an heiress in foriegn in lands.  I now have the U.S. and British documents to get there, but I claim my acquisitions here first.  My money will be mine.  I have spent a night alone with vampiric Sir Nicolas and thus you may judge me a trolup, but you are the slut and you exist in a land of faggots at this time.  My brother stayed out of fraternity that sexualized him as a child stay out of his groupings, but maybe he needs to meet Sir Nicolas.  I love you brother, but with things as they are now, I deleted your number from my phone.  You need to find your way.  I am too angry to edit this piece.  Please forgive my heathen effort.