Just A Note to Ben

 Hey neighbor, it's space world week!  My soul is feeling a tug from Ben Roethlisberger.  You look so young for your age, and play so strong for all the jobs you do while in the pocket.  Now I label a new alien class of angelic profiling.  It is the line of the true line deputies who flow from me to The Line Deputy of Marion County of Indy on down.  Ben is right after him, and is always working.  He is a true British Knight, from birth, when Queen Elizabeth II commissioned a special suit of armor that fits today.  She is highly seamstress psychic.  It was signed by her with a metal working pen, like she signed a baby sterling silver plate for me, at birth.  The House of Windsor does acknowledge his royal line.  Ben, you are doing great for a classic werewolf like you.  Consumption is high to stay sound, and I believe that you are feeling like me about food.  It is hard to find a fit, and not be sick.  It comes from people sexualizing you in ways that you do not see, of late.  Just know that I feel an empathic loneliness with you, and it will get better.  Just write a note to me when you are experiencing this, in an extreme way, and keep it in your secret royal box.  I ate the key at birth.  It appeared for you, on your regal desk set, today.  You did great multitasking yesterday.  Just know that I was rooting for Green Bay, but I was tuned in to you as well.  Look to the sky and know that hawks are messengers trying to encourage you.