Gifts come in many forms. I am dealing with some minstrel spirits that are a bit anachronistic in this time and space because they are so tall in their wizardry. It is an anomaly, but it may ward of catastrophe for me and only me in Lyn Lake community. I rarely venture out, but this week I will. It may be a Cruella Deville Thrill. I am not yet over the hill, Cruella, but you are. Glen if you touch one of my animals again, here or in the afterworld, I will handle you swiftly and promptly. They say that the pen in mightier than the sword, but a brain like mine is a full-on nuclear weapon ready to discharge all TV lies, leave you paralyzed and end chemical weapon warfare lies today and prevent them actually being created because YOU are so F******G gay. Watch out for Guy Ritchie, because he is a real LA snitchy and you get bitchie about me publicly often. What was the freshly bowled show winning Dutch lop rabbit named Braveheart that was my loving protector in Golden Valley only, not enough to quell your appetites for eternity BITCH? Are you going to say today that YOU are not a witch? Well maybe even Gwenyth might lie on the sly, but look YOU in the eye and say Fuck You today. They are sick of the lies, derogatory, and swear. It is time for it to cease. I am the all industry chief and you need to stay out of Hennepin County. I know that you and Dick Cheney together owned and set up the Smitten Kitten ("boutique") store and project. My cat Pharaoh is just fine and divine even online LIVE right now in Beijing. That's in China BITCH. So, he is not mittens for you anymore whore. He is now a living purse for me. Maybe I take the strap off my very fashionable Explosive/physician hand bad and put them around him at the belly and make him a loving listener when I go to Aldi's to shop. You are not invited SLUT. You will get a big big butt. Pharaoh will be there in spirit, licking the bananas so the Chinese can hear it. You have no spirit at all and you and Katie Mayer (former Vikings cheerleader in her 40's) set up Peyton Manning to kill 3 full squads of Colt's highly capable and intrusive and abusive cheerleaders and blame me with the help of Indianapolis Police Chief and Homicide Detective Paul Armones. Oh well, I won't tell, will I? Watch out for the Pauls behind my eyes. They are all vipers and shrews, and you will lose, because YOU not I, still drink booze. You are actually Nigerian and you drink Hennesey exclusively thus you set up, through Star my Aunt Karen's best friend in Indy, Logan (Cindy Crawford's second son), with a gun and then he denied Reggie Wayne and his guests a newly created ALCHEMY drink that would be a smash internationally publicly because he was in front of me, that was called the LIQUID COCAINE (Hennesey and Jack Daniels Black Label Whisky) at Smokey Bones one night after his actually played winning Colt's game. This would have taken out all cocaine trade internationally and we would still have vodka here and overseas. Well little piggies, I don't care. You all do God's work every day by being fuck ups in every way. You are all just my test subjects here. You are all manipulative and queer and I am no longer even drinking beer. I hate the stuff actually, just like I righteously hate all of you fucking shrews. You lose because NeoNazi's are shrews who are Jews internationally and they are my last legal clients actually. They hate me, but they love what I do with all of you especially Russian Jews, who up until now have been ONLY TELEPATHIC except to them. GAME OVER, they win. They are LIVING IN SIN. God 112
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