Thursday, May 31, 2012

Brokering a Deal

The valley is free for me to ride with the deputy. His mind is Justified and his body it tight. I ain't gonna hurt you deputy, but me and my men might eat your horses. What do you have to say for yourself today? I am sorry. I shouldn't have touched him that way. (Now the shot opens and you see I am bound by a tattered rope.) He'll be up in about a half hour, Deputy. He is Marion County today. You need to not get in my way. Scalped is you this time tomorrow. I am native TURKEY and they love to hate love love go cold to me. You are their perfect voodoo pet. Don't be upset, but your fingers are worms. You just went up my dress telepathically trying to produce K9 pregnancy in me. You will now have a butt baby gorrilla dream tonight that will be alternate universe reality. Can I at least help you down from your steed? No way. Let's play. Race me to the well. The loser is trapped in that garter pit for eternity. Go. I disappear. You hear, " Send me a line when your nation has decided with complete submission. Drop the Japanese or this place will be Hiroshima."

Shaw Speaks

So the plot was foiled, and the grill is cookin the weinies. The USA is a nation today with running water and waste disposal. Septic systems are still iffy. Soon we will see what gravity can do in space. I see a puncturing of the atmospere that is shaped as a square and it moves into space as a perfect cube. It is THE SHIP. Inside is burgeoning greenery, and the space is infinity. It is Garden of Hope. My own ability, my own people, and my own space. Air so pure some might say I am on crack cocaine. The pain is infinity, the benefit endless. Movement of my SPACE ship is portal outside of gravity so no one can see. No creatures for me today. They scare my people away. They have earth mind and are defined as ignorant thus free to be mean to HE. He is malady and then goes after everyone around me. It is a perfect defense here on earth, but not for the guy of the sky. He has no sin. Shaw one two, do you want to speak to the clown army we have on the line? Sure. I am here, always. I know what you never do. I know who is around you. I speak of her with only kindness. She has taken away my pain every moment before I would feel it. She feels so dainty and sweet. Deranged is what you do to her daily. We are coming. There will be no mercy. We will take her away. She is patient and kind. If you decide to stalk to harm we will take every charm you have, including your shelter. She is mine in mercy and in love.

Little Thoughts on an Empty Screen

Hello Mr. Man. I saw your people two days in a row. They are so death penalty about me. I don't think that is funny. Alan Parsons of "The Big Bang Theory," what do you think? I think that it is hard to conceive a thought space in that nation. Find yourself in the center of the galaxy and the word pi comes to me. It is a perfect circle actually. That is the beginning of the idea of gravity all swirling in front of me. Lovely France will come to me and bring me to ecstasy. I am Stanford poetic philosophy. What did you ask me again? Alan, that is fine. You can play in the kiddie pool of the divine. Pick a team and stay with it. Cal Sci he is your piehole guy. Use him out there in society, and show MIT what poetic thought about the science of astronomy is. Stay away from physics scare tactics. Make a friend of the budding ear that hears the symphony of your voice actually. Mr. Man know that ALPHA is a state of mind as well as a assertion of dominance. I hear vicinity, but I block some so that you can sleep. This alpha is happy to view the monkeys at the zoo and stay ignorant and calm. There is more to see. I invite France to follow me. Mais qui.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Finding Our Way

It is hopscotch, in essence, that guides me to the avenue of prophecy. I have no dreams, no parites, no deceit. I am just me. I have walked the halls of Edinborough with no feeling at all. There is no reverse for my purse. My whole life I have seen myself as mediocre and I have had very little encouragement. The waves that come my way tell me that I am nothing every day. I see a penny on the ground as too tiring to pick up. There is no luck, there is no candor with thieves. I keep it all behind the scenes. I speak of pleasantries even in a dungeon basement. Swirl around me and I will contribute little. Be free and stay away from me is what my visit does say. Cheep cheep birds around me. I open a field in my mind today to create properly. He is with me. We will play in the valley and move the sheep. Your herding sense is invisibility. It is not perfection that you have, but hopefully you do aspire to be perfect greatness. This is just you and me. Who cares what the big three do every day. I want a caring tender of my infinity. Relate primarily verbally, and we will be a less that is more. Good is helping me create a place of safety. My experience is far too severe to be earthly anymore. Your flow rotates air currents. I am the jet in the distance. Together we do not need a plane. We must sequestor in nature, to keep the poinson of insanity away from you. Take responsibility. You have no faith. Have perfect BELIEF in me in the thickest of the thin. They know not the trouble they are in. Palm print on pane of glass. I smile in my brain as you drive them completely insane. No police will ever be part of my reality. They are far too dilapidated for our own good.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Investigate the Day

I wish to hide away. The hawk above me was the size of an eagle. He was beautiful. You are on the corner down the lane. You couldn't quite make it today. There is a pitter pat, and I know you want to investigate the beat through my feet. I comply and all of a sudden you are behind me supporting the flow. Justice sits there biting his leash. I am impressed with his abilities to stay calm, as if in a dream. I have little to say, my mind is blank today. I stay silent about the source, but I feel him in you telling you what to do to me day by day. I just take it a day at a time. Please stay away from my neck. You are responsible for any crime you commit. You flow and go. I touch your hand, and give you ecstasy.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The Reality a Harbor Seal can See

I had to fight the disruption of melody to hear the screaming me on the other side. What my defenses sang was brevity for a damn inside of me. There was loss I could not see, and it was in the shape of a mandela. Being entity not fit for eyes to see, I had to hide one side of me, and he was he. I came into the malady of material as both sides of the coin in one. My father sliced masculine and I remained feminine with a little of that side hidden away. It is time to say today that a third eye like me does emerge under stress, but I am not Klingon. My face can shift to fit tunnel through entity to a certain degree. My cervix is formed to fight Bethlehem and it is a star in me. My voicebox is actually hard for you to see. If you want me, you can find me left of center on the street. I do not speak of these freakish dimensions in my body. I just want to be me, and have opportunity to be sweet. All these aspects of me have been documented by science with a ho hum, nothing to see here. Of course I would love to be special, but I am terrified of the movie E.T. All of the plastic, and cold scientific affect. I am part of no home or society. My bloodlines are unique and my pass key is almost wizardry. THEY have to want you on their property to be there. It is the science of Elizabeth. I have participated in sports, but all of it is just an analogy to their brutality. See yourselves as mean, because GOOD is about to rise. Soon there will never be a caress you can feel. All of this is really real.