Our home has some square footage to it and a few rooms. Last night in my wife's bed room. She's a brilliant intellectual. Her mother & Twin started intellectual education curriculums at Washington State University. She's the consummate pianist, classically trained at the age of 3. Can play Bach's inventions with her eyes closed. Has excelled in cognizant teaching and certified one of the brightest in the nation by her peers.
She was awaken by the sound of an animal she cannot recollect the type, but that it's breathing was deeply panted and a growl level acoustic that to her mind was serious in height and weight of a bears stature in the volume of it's image, in sound. She, being paralyzed and couldn't move when the encounter took place in the middle of the night's sleep. She heard a woman's voice as if communicating with the creature in the room, not her own voice as to sleep talking or anything. Short story, I wake up at 5:30 am our time to kiss and fare ye well my love until the day is over and I'll see you as usual at lunch.
I slept with my ipod on and when I awoke I reached in to my ears to remove the head phones. The one in my right ear is no head phone. It's a black government ink pen, in my ear. Not my ipod ear phone. I go to the post office and I receive a letter from the now (in my book) defunct republicist corruption party inviting me to speak at Congressional District in Official Document. That's last night!
Reminds me of the Brits ass I tuned up who paid me a (his confession while I whooped his ass) deadly visit to snap my neck and return to the Consulate in San Fran. The week later o'bummer sanctioned the OK for interpol to kidnap at will nationally, Americans. Yep, things are stranger than their pitching.
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