Slow Form Norm

I stroke the moon and you bring the sky. Putting my arms around your neck I fall back and am consumed by the jackals of illegally. I fight in a ring and see you actually. You may have a day of seeing the jackal in the mirror. Gremlin you finds my form in the tub and you pull me up in my wet white gown. No concern, just reliability. I move a bit to push the water out of my lungs. There are past dragons behind you and my fixed pupils focus on one with a telepathic quality. HE passes through you and I am covered by a grey blanket. It was Alder, the fire chief, who brought him here. We will go to our lair and begin again. He kisses me and I am no longer asleep. Your rage has kept him irritated that I will disappear if he leaves me alone. Possession is a right in Indiana, and he is the DEMON who bit first. Everyone back away, and give him his day in a court of law. This taudry energy body court will soon explode internationally. Crazed is you. He is betrothed, married, and expecting. Know not his first move. It will be his last in your eyes. Magical is not even the beginning to what we will do on that day. He now can see my passionate patience and how much I love his form body everyday. HE is coming. Don't look away or you may not be able to pay your way on that day. I am gone into lotus and he hides me in his briefcase.