Little Tin Soldier

In the dark I feel the wave move through my core and I feel the song stifled once again. I try to explain to the strands around me that I have fatigue. YOU are a light. Turning day and night, I feel sliced and diced and the rapturious smile sits quiet on your face. The wave comes again, and I try to offer gentle fingers with a sharp paring instrument. Cut out the knowledge of their beef and let's eat chicken tempura. It was the Kawasaki that never made it to Maui that was my father's sign of failure on Oahu. Stop being Ichiban's and give me a free buddha belly mug w/ virgin drink on my birthday. His little natal button was for straw, not semen as they asked of female me in Japanese. It all mixes and merges, and you are going to have to be strong. Concentrate on strong and then you don't have to be brave. It means you take care of what comes and they all sit looking dumb as we drive away on that Kawasaki that day. Be my Valentine is a curse of mine so I say be Rhino that day and send negative thoughts my way. Maybe then I will have a message from my brother that makes no sense like they make up for me for law enforcement in Duluth. Love is a balloon popped in December and you are my virgin I seek to dismember. It is 1 2 4 that get's you in the door, baby. This is not a whim, it just pours out of my fingertips because this last week I have had images of a lot of different men wanting to kiss me. Who knows the originiation, but I think that it is pollination. I am careful who I communicate with at all because you all are so romantic paranoid. You are devoid of conscience, so let's just work for surrender and then effectiveness for eternity. Gods gods gods out of all of yee.