Slip of Your Grip

What is and what will be. There is a slipping time malady happening around me. I just view it silently as I listen to a little country without the western. John, carriage horse, see that new construction project completely disappear? The holodeck is coming to be. Anything can happen around me and I can deal effortlessly. The quantum in my belly is firm and soft as the purest brie. I may not like what I see, but I am cordial actually. I go to my core every day, and "let you all get away." Cowboys on the page full of rage. It is a new fraternity that deals with their animal and/ or werewofy crazy. NONE OF IT is excusable. I hold the chalice high and say, "This is not jealousy, it is sadistic evil time and time again." It is not just cowardly, it is the desolving of this realm actually. Have fun with what forms next. Cowboys train on the range. Guys, it is time to go to town daily and bring you Winchester rifles in your saddle bags. Old time logic. See it, shoot on sight. You are the TEXAS MARSHALS tonight. I appear in a white gown and deliver you the glowing green emerald shaped like a pear. In this revelry, it is okay to stare. Be your destiny or dissolve into the sea anenomees.