Thursday, January 3, 2013
Apocolyptic Pit
I walk through the moments of thunder misunderstood. If you knew, we would be damned. Love is not a command, it is an exploration. Can it exist in this planet rotation? Having our bodies makes us vulnerable to their attacks. Even if we could seal off our minds and hearts cancer and amputation are just the beginning. I know the web. Peyton did journey with me that day, laughin all the way. I doubt he is laughing today. It is best that this TINY DANCER does not see he he he. What jumble will be a superbowl that everyone knows is fake? Chagrin on vicinity is Peyton, exploding the sky and sun is Eli. Gods at birth, they will now have their way with all of football nation before any of you have a degree, and thus proess over them, scientifically, with sorcery. See the soft goodness of my former cat Triumph. She packs a few more pounds on today as we say SKOL. No cancer is her answer, she is actually quite vein. Rubdowns by me are essential to keep her that way. Arrogance to arrogance to people we need to clear of our vicinity. Start with the deer.
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