Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Transition to an Open Forum

I will say that I am in hot pursuit.  Put a 911 on that smokin gun.  This blog has been taken over by national security.  Bill Mahr said I have the freedom to play in my own mind if I want to.  Come on newbies, join along.  I rest the ghostly white vision of myself on the precipice of a brilliantly winding banister.  1 2 3, Municie join with me.  It is time to feel the leopard's spots leaping in the air. I am it, so come and play.  Let your mind be free today.  I have done a lot of the heavy lifting.  Just listen to the music around you and take in the whole scene.  It may be top secret, but you can still figure it out.  I call the angel of death to cloak me in this time.  Linger with me from the shadows and feel the noose loosening around your neck.  There is new blood in the air, and I know you can feel it's beat with your vampiric spidee sense.  I put this out there in black and white.  The hounds are afoot.  The veil has been lifted and this corpse bride is about to float on her ballet slippers in the moonlight.  Creativity is calling all angels.  The illusion has been shattered and now I am just figuring out the biggest of big pictures.  It is okay if movies really begin to speak to you.  Read with your mind and then no one can deceive you.  Love is rare so pounce when ready.  Love the one your with.  Each moment is an eternity.  I may leave this place in an instant.  Drink from this chalice while you have the opportunity.  Seek to be more than a paduan.  Lift your armor's helmet and kiss the flame.  Be robust with passion and know the depths of your carnal mind's eye.  Take in the air and push out the tumorous poison of that which enslaves you.  As I write, I conjure and capture.  Pull on your strand of the web and see what you can manifest.  It is time to end our bondage.  Pick up your swords and fight to the death.  Know that your pain and desires create illumination toward your truth.  Their is a higher plan and not everyone is going into the light.  Rabbits of the field, this is our Watership Down.

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