Finding A Tiger Lilly

In this corner of my room, things make sense to me. I work daily to come to ecstacy. Blows to the head should make me dead. I survived their ecstacy on Oahu. All are less than more. I find the door. Butterfly wings I donn for this Dunn Brothers parade. I keep my heart so covered that I barely see. I hide away the images of pergatory. The reality was hell, actually. I look up at the tree and I paint in my memory. I do not see glory, but I can be happy with a job well done. The echoes of pagan nation are negativity to the nth degree. My soft sandles feel the toil, and till the soil. Soup is a melody, and I make it for free. I move in a domestic way with my braid down my back. Other side attacks and I just have thought of that space. Warlockery tries to impede on my every day. That is not okay, and I am winning. Manifestation of alien nation will not be in my vicinity. My space makes sense, and the morbid readings about the economy stays away from me. I keep it simple, and you are all disruptive. You know me not. Do not speek. It is heracy and then melts into blasphemy. The flags fly in the wind, and I compare myself with nobody. It is easy to see the dichotomy. It is blissful in that state, it is you, society, who is irate. Blocking the excuses, I just walk away and be polite every day. The cauldron has been filled and it is stirring all by itself. Top shelf is what you all see is all of yee. I stay away and you can do what you like today. Magical memories do not exist for me. I see without imagery. You are all not as perfect as Housewives TV show. Mechanasions return for all of you. My weight belies the cruelty of all nations. You will all be hung at noon. They do see your deceit.