A Voice in the Wind

The winds and wings of saudi princes nip at my heals today. The purple is revealed from the gray. TWICE I knocked at your door, and was turned away. I mind the strategy of signs, and of things that are mine actually. Chase the source of the winds before they betray the ecology of your land ecspecially. Neat remote viewing can be recorded for a Saudi telepathically formatted SMITHSONEAN SOCIETY. I relieve the pressure and find a companion for Jordan's Shereef. His fire is RAGE and I am the thief. By not stealing, I steal it all. The cold in the winds tonight make it feel like fall. Be peaceful, and thus free, and be gentle with me. I am hurting from all the blood letting necessary for my king. It is on my finger, his golden ring. Nothing just happens, the goats never bleed to death on their own. We are about to be in a Chubracabra zone. Open your eyes and see the new oil that comes from me. Scent indicates phermonal aptitude garnered from public/ private tunnel through. Freakish as it may be, it is part of the wind that is only me.