Suns of Avalon

I stand by the oak as the roots roll and twine around even my neck and face at this time. I feel your hello fello, and everyone feels a little different today. I would love to click send in an email nation, but there is now one out there. Anything I do is black and not blue. I just try to find a spot where the blood is not dripping. There is an awe of my wait, but it is all a two way thing. I have little choice. You hear a voice, and thus you confince yourself that you are superior to me. Find your core before the cold of this week sets a new precident on evil in your vicinity. I would love to stay all positivity, but there are forces of people who work the other way. I need you now, like a holy cow, to stand up for my honor, my intelligence, and my virginity. See you in 5 today, and you sound differently. I love your hair... beep beep beep.