We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Strange blue boys bump in the night with grins and drool. Bump and grind and liquidate emotions. Crazed by the empty sky with no clouds in sight. They climbed the big hill of the old sacred. Looking back behind them as if seen only a big gaping sea. Crags at the edge like teeth. He gestured into the infinite.
Ever was there a yes so big and sure of foot. Ever to greet her with a sad smile outside a fancy rectangle. A small meatloaf was prepared with an eye for me. It was done in the afternoon sun for the conception. The infant has no eyes and a big screaming mouth. It was an albino with four arms. This is how the story started..
Hectic winds and pomegranate delights blow. I am shot down roads of newness and rapidly collect. Then the wind stops and life slows to a pile of pomegranates. I assume my wish is granted. The road itself buried under sand and new lands seem to be mirages.
When all is demolished I find a ham sandwich flying like a bird. It is odd to see who is better than whom! If it is me vs flying ham sandwich I win! Best man ever! Me! I can’t wait to be crowned king, this will make me big! Then there is more to win! Let the contestants get ready for the new game!
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