As for this war, you all must know what must happen, or should, I get it on my screen every day lately, the face is screaming, as if death descends is descending, the cards played, keep playing, room falling into pieces, just keep on spinning, a charade, with soldiers in a charade, a poorly written play, not Tolstoy, nor Stalin, its gone past that, trees burn with documents, now empty burning fast into solid entropy, says stop playing, stop the blood flowing like a river of brothers, sisters, children, it's too real, too heart breaking, with new improved machines, for nothing but rule, and its burnt, and the pride already damaged, the land and its inhabitants, its buildings, broken and disturbed.

I must have a jewel in my hand, something I have, but forgot about, and I am with the band, yet there is nothing but warped sunshine, your car is no ordinary car, so I go underneath like a cat, I like the sound of motors, I really do, I think I could run faster than a race car, I don't know why I ran so hard.

Now she rules Santa Clara!

Two worlds, one fake, one real.

Healthy,, wealthy and wise, plus great abs.

Death gets no reruns, but stones, as like bones, lifeless solid, souless, never to live, as dust, or molocules rise and fall, we all go, yet this world shall not.

Do that work, destroy, destroy..

It is the aim to win, perhaps that is not so violent, what of the future children, say we teach them of the blood of eons, shall stop for a reason, the gun, the sword, the get even, when the blood is close to home, the world seeks peacefull solutions, plus a bullet is so easy, a dumb shmuck couild do it.

Things improve, so so good.

Our hospitals can be freaky.

Never mess with a poet.

A thick silk cord to caress, as like to seduce, a love that fails the correct fails, moves on with soft light past secret doors, into mirrors with green smoke to delight, so we meet for the first time.

The light in the heart of darkness.

I had a love with the moon, as if such a love were there, and the light was changing me, even my appearence, telling me with sweet honesty, the jewels found in the water, were more than real.

Too much military spending is not wise. It produces a hawk with bad vision. It fails the women and children. It is essentially dystopian.

I am touching the future in fictional wonder.

A moment that has consequence.

Time as double vision: Imagine that you are taking a day dream walk and suddenly you begin to picture the past with astounding intensity, also you notice something that hasn't happened with astounding intensity. This does occur. Does this mean there will be a future where this event occurs? Perhaps, and perhaps not. This is hard to know for sure.

An equation doesn't end the question.

When complaints fade away..

The invisible heart has touched into you.

Ten toes are ten love buddies.

Yow!

Kiss of Death.

Rights or just wrong?

Is lying more serious than murder? Perhaps it can be.

I imagine this video is accurate.

No hate anywhere.

I have some faith in China still, not because of Mao or BRIC, but because the people are historically not on the side of evil.

People doing the news must take an IQ test.

The Kremlin is not Bud Light.

If the media can't handle the truth, then perhaps scientists can be hired to make sure that real journalism is being done.