Silver Lining

There is a cyclone that is ion in nature. People hold vegatables that are organic, but rotten. I feel ill in the base of my brain, tumors of society's faulty logic. I feel like this page is green and black with mockery towards me. The past is not the presence, and I wonder if being blind was best, when I CAN handle the coal dark realities. Playing the keyboard of the techtonic logic, I see Japan lying deep in the sea. I will be willing to deal with the forces of law enforcement in interrogation, but only of one day at a time, in that day and time. Your lies to self and community are combustible around me, but you tell them just the same. The squash that echoes the geriatric melodies in your brain, are your only "remedies" to the rising of the public towards all of you. I continue in the tea cup ride of Disneyworld, with never having been there, actually. I listen to the running of a waterfall through my loving interview of a man not in view. His palm brushed mine, upon meeting, even though he could have remained "free" mystically in his cuffing style. It was fate and a brilliant STAR LIT destiny is in the cards of VEGAS and LA today. He now rests behind the scene of the mean instead of leading the charge. Yesterday's violation by sheriff officers, so publically, has left him no choice but to love me for eternity with no more abuse. Thank you.