Matt is telling me that he can talk to me. I don’t know why he was so rude that day and he’s saying he was infuriated not at me but that it is his instructions to treat me that way. He was operating in accordance with the mafia script in place concerning any 1 interacting with Tanster. He was following mafia orders and that was the best he could do at that time.
I’m always looking for friends.
Let’s start with Matt is very framed when mommy with babies just likes to hump her piano. Contralto, trained with the best, plays with the best, beautiful also is the best on tour - call her bluff. She only bluffs.
Me and Matt together - Rage Tornado
“Definitely.”
Perfect Storm of Rage.
Matt is doing grim nods.
Matt is very funny so we’ll have to look at that in our charts.
I don’t want problems with anybody.
“Me either.”
The demons are scared right now because we’re talking and understanding each other. They need to know a small fraction of the people I’m talking to show up on the blog. Their creatures are getting singled out and no 1 will ever complain. There will be parties about it.
“That’s absolutely true.”
“Just leave it at that.”
So chummy with Matt Lausr. Chummy with The Chief of Police. With the mayors . . . . and she wants to keep it up??
“Yes indeed she does.”
Matt is not bad at all. I’m glad I can clear that up. She only frames our people. She is forcing crimes to happen. All the moralizing is just her distraction games.
“She is the asshole.”
Another corker scoop of all scoops.
Thank you!!
I’m telepathic with my neighbors.
Annette Roque wants it known she’s into this as well.
If I’m surrounded by spies.
Annette: “You are.”
And I’m telepathic with them.
“You are.”
It’s game over.