I am experiencing a sleep cunundrum. I would love to have it perfectly in place, but the times here are bringing even drag racing in vicinity. The banging of dumpsters like happened in Indy is now the norm as well. Sirens are normal fare, and helicopters too. I wish I had something profound to say, but I just have a thought and then a cacophony of melodies. I think of Kalid and it leads to Sir Nicolas. My intuition brings the Chinese ancient artifacts to the mystical use we used them for in Chung Moo Quan. When I went deep into Polygay, they would fly off the wall my way and I would reverse their flight path and throw them to other black belts in my dojo. I always went in the order of hierarchy. The last one always drew blood. Kalid, as a mystical being and the crown prince of Saudi Arabia, spent time in China as a baby, where a special library led him to an almost Harry Pottter fascination for these artifacts. When he found his saber, he left the country with it and journeyed home to become top oncology, globally. I met him as a private citizen being guard for his father, the Crown King of Saudi Arabia who was being treated for a very aggressive form of lung cancer that had infected his heart. His father's boundaries became poor and thus Kalid could only watch medicine that made no sense, but his father wanted to continue the charade. Because I was in the Twin Cities, he chose a private clinic near Abott Northwestern Hospital to treat him. I then gave him cover, protection, company, and comedy. He followed me to the North Woods one weekend and we shared a private shack to share our energies and passion. He left when the heat got too aggressive, and went back to Mecca straight out to pray. He thought he would return to Minneapolis, MN, and we would wed downtown at Westminster Presbyterian Church where my Great Aunt (and namesake) married her "prince" of New York City Jew tribe named Carl Young. She was the double for Queen Elizabeth, her half sister, at the time. Prince Phillip was his "bridesmaid" in order of royal and mystical hierarchy. Kalid wanted to honor my faith especially and thus he asked The Dalai Lama to officiate. He meant well. The Dalai Lama had been stalking me from birth. I would have wished for a royal and mystical Mecca, ceremony. Well, Kalid is back, and training with my Chung Moo Quan master Mike. Mike, when Kalid masters Tai Chi Chung with his sabre, make his top gi RED to honor his aggressive courage with Tony of "Palestine" in front of me. Kalid was unarmed with anything accept his wit and intelligence work from The Far east and my military trained distraction techniques. I now make you SORCERY, Kalid. Open a medical sorcery clinic in Edinburgh, Scotland. I give you the keys to the McDonalds by The Edinburgh Castle. It will be perfect. McDonalds was my first corporate acquisition. I took the wheel at the age of 15, thus I could not work, on the books, late night. It was the Mo Donalds. The family that owned it went to my high school (preparatory society) and had the sir name Mo. They did serve wild and human meet late night there. When I went to Edinburgh McDonalds, I was 18, and they honored me with human burger meet. It tasted like mutton, I believed at the time. Nicolas, I make you night manager at this new clinic and meet lab. As I write this about Kalid, the song "Marry Me" by Train, plays. I love you two. You are now a new Arab British brotherhood. As I end editing this entry, "You're The Inspiration", by Chicago, plays.
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