The Pleuracy of A Lightning Sky

I caress the keys and linger in a moment of Zen. Pulverizing modalities challange all realities. I find the key, it is a Canadian form of wizardry. Knock knock, it is not the boo hoo of yesterday. Today is a new day of means and men. All finding their way in society again. A plethora of choices without all the voices. It is okay to say a polite no when it is right. Be careful with the tainted offerings of a society so ill with their deceit. Find a post and hold IT up today in a winding way. Large vessels are mean and mighty next to my Oahu hips. Lips sit still and silent as the violent stay at bay. Yesterday is a placated reality and today is a memory. Can we use the thoughts of y'or to find the ancient that is the greed we need to survive anonymous unconventional treaties? Under the ospices of good, I smile with a Sarin grin. You all know not the trouble you are in. Threats are so cliche, I give you EVIDENCE today.