Stutz Museum Upstairs, Bearcats by the COAL Elevator

The galley is filled with sin and mayhem. I contect the satellites and begin a hope train that flows throughout the continent. Daily Pruitanical LORDS find a song in my vicnity. I reach for the branches as the quicksand does engulf me. The picture is becoming clearer and the beasts have turned into night beings in the cool air. I try to turn the lock and key, and I am locked out of that divinity. It is best that I do it on my own. Never again will people steal from my resevior of pet tricks and long silioqueys. Pandamonium is about to be all we see on tv. Even Assad questions the cruel brutality of The Twin Cities around me. Maybe my worldly barometers are seeing with a clarity that has never been allowed to them. It is okay to hate a personality and work, for a time, with that entity, or group, actually. Affinity DOES mean a clarity within that one must GUARD for maintanance of personality, especially on tv. Here, come and see, what BEARCATS was around me.