Time is Short.

We are fools to think about fooling so much.

The future...

Good chance of clouds and possibly rain

With a geater chance of personal suck and oach in life

The home I live is for the uncertian time, even the city, for some peace of mind.

The promise for my peace of mind:

What ever I need for that

The required of what is asked

For that

So nerves turn well

Turn musical

As you must have gueesed my secret

You must know what is there

We share

Yet the required is my power

I am like an eight cilinder

With maintnence issues

Got wires and bolts and screws?

At the majestic road

I can see the star goddess feeling herself

Lighting up the hopes of men

Lifting sour smiles into pure hearts

To dance around a bonfire

And pretend like new lifes began

Drinking orange wind

Breaking oranges

Singing songs

Romances.

The Wolfe ate my Grandma?!

A road has a mind of it's own

To the land of gold

Will the horse go?

And the man on the horse

Knitting something wise and wicked

Something deep and dark

Lurking in the cave

In the forbidden park

That song of a creature

Gobbling down horses

Some giant goblin

All conflict which has a longing

Lurking like a demon

On route 66

Chapter 6

What is this?

Darth Vader's laughing brothers?

Is there a satanic clothing store that is giving out evil looking clothes to the youth?

Fighting for peace seems like a contradiction as to be impossible.

Peace is achieved by nailing the bully from having any power by any means possible.

Thoughtgasm

Past the library I felt the horror upon me..

At night the horrors faded with star light.

How to stop a wild humpasorass?!!!

Stars on thars!

Snitching through a money eating

Hungry goat eating o yummy

Fun times with Goat?

Goat can play too!!!

I remember when I really began to ponder I came up with the word Detris to describe something..

Here is what I remember:

A powerful force that works in a very weird way.

It is like a drug almost that is frighteningly destructive

We passively stand there as it kills us

Why?

The idea is destruction has a light or something?

What most people call effort is hardly enough

The comfort is not comfortable enough

(Sounds like a poem)