This little diamond of dreams
And ducks on a sunday
Setting
Loving Autumn leaves
Surprise to lights
Breaking free
Ripping the heart open
And the dress
Then the necklace
Relasing breasts
And the bra stobes purple
Deep passions plum delicious
Licking satisfaction on lips
Against a red wood
Torwards the roots
If you drink cherry
Be cute
Shine those nimples
Be the red plum leaves
And wind from the east
And smoke the fire!
You must be wondering about me
As so do I
As this shrinking
Is not expanding much
If I trust in my advice
I might become a giant
Go to a giants game
Win a picture in the hall of shame
Wearing some speedos
Drifting in the nightwards
To planet
Of the land of curves
And drunk upon the clouds
She looks down.
How predictable?
It seems that as the tragic becomes obvious a black hole suddenly forms out of nothing. What I mean by tragic is perhaps a matter of speed. That in order for advancement to happen it may be doing such out of a reaction to a counter force. So two forces working in a clash bring about the speed as a possible explaination to major miracles and seemingly minor ones. When the system that creates a miracle is altered the system is resistant but may be at the whim of a reality which is a natural thing dealing with another natual thing. In the case of free will the tragedy is that human's unatural laws may not bend the natural laws. Any attempt to do so may be welcoming tragedy. That is tragic for humans so easily due to our experiments.
ANOTHER THOUGHTGASM
Is to say
What if big change was in some cases the only way to effectively make some changes. That it seems the most stubborn thing in the solar system sometimes. Then the dare just sticks an ugly toungue at the person almost like a perfect insult.
