Playing the Melody of ANARCHY

The tables are starting to turn. I am talking about a revolution. Any place you are at, can be insurgency and relevance to evolution. Freaky dreams are melodies that lead you all to the sea. The sea is me in anarchy. I pass away and birth a sky. I stay put, and look in your eye. What colony can we deceive to make days a little more livable for me? I just keep my straight lines, with some variation. Fella's let's look at football plays. Start to weave, naturally, but always expect a pass at the same time. The play clock ticks down and is renewed. That is about to not be. Keep your telekinesis away from me, and off of tv. You all chose your positions at this shift in apocalypse. No whining or complaining, it is time to start a new distance set. 3*500 yds free. Come with me, and turn your brain away from the insane. Swimming is MATHEMATICS infinity. Never lose count or you lose your reason to be. I come upon it fairly easily, but others always find ways to interrupt, becoming corrupt, but I do not see. NEBULA is the analogy and the actuality went SUPERNOVA today when the flame at the base of my spine became invisible. That is RAGE and no more reason to turn to other agency. I will work with my own peep's actually. Dangerous explosion of fist, seen, but not counted. Stay the F away from me.