Maybe a one and a half star world now.

Not really it is almost always a constant half star world with torture now and then.

Good conqures evil by conquering it.

It grows to a giant Angel and evil has little to do to fight back.

There was nothing but glass,

Two sides of the day

To freeze the wilt insane

Weeding out the demons

Diamonds live.

Hold this flowered thing

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.

NOT THE TANG!

Fate

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.

More advanced...

Question?

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.

So a bit confused by me lately?

Join the club!

I am turning you into a bovine!

Soon to make pals with the frail!

Don't go berserk!

The breasts are here still,

Magically!

In some odd way humans exist to improve the scenery or do the opposite.