Tuesday, February 19, 2013
I am Here for You
Things are progessing. I lost my ipod charger and then found it in a place I had already checked. My abilities are getting more practical and I believe that they will continue to do so every day. With Paul Ryan out of the way, I set aside governmental matters and concentrate on local community minus the malice of politicians. They will displease just the wrong St. Louis Park Jew today and BOOM there goes the capitol. Finding the rolling hills in one's mind becomes tougher and tougher as satanistic alzthiemers sets in. I sit at Pizza Luce finding my space and my wings. I seek to create beauty today, but I feel fairly pendantic. My mother tought me a word here yesterday, it was paranthetic, meaning framed with paranthesis in speech. I love the $5 words. I come closer as time is coming to separate. Can't I find a way to help people see reality with beauty even if it was violent for me? I gleen the shards of glass from shopfronts in Muncie and painted them with glass paint. Painful artistry can be firey. I deliver one to the main Fire House on the Canal in Indy and it met a petulant demise. I feel William H. Macy pulling through to say Justin Bieber, really? What is next? Well a 5 "young ones" squad who you can lead against the Morisette witches of Nova Scotia. No mind meld. Strong identity is the only way to not lose yourself to painful insantiy inflicted by self and other. Feeling so stupid the next day, you put Justin away. He is a DOLL and always will be. You have no idea how creepy his family really is. This is why he clings to an IDEA of a reality of A loving entity and my family next to me on Oahu. Justin I BELIEVE in artistry beyond the grave, but you are meant for here. Why don't you pop into Saskatuwan today and play a pick up game with the NHL players there? I now make you HOCKEY. All energy for success in the NHL now comes from you. Decide your favorites and kill the rest. Take care in the wind. Love is not a melody, it is the heart of somebody who is free.
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