Above an owl was watching a clock ticking!

Bill Hole attempted thinking

And he heard the soft sound of screaming

And no icecream anyway

So much silence
So much pain
Isolation

You can say its crazed

People want some form of ice creation

Buy this cold thing called a plastic dream

Float on her hair everywhere

Imagination created the best thongs ever!

Yea!

Yea!

You know whats happening

Happiness everlasting

Go and get it

A dream!


Wind blowing strong almost knocking them over!

He was holding a tree

Bark ripping in hand

Cutting his flesh

Her long hair

Slapped him fast

It felt right

So good!

And then

They saw something coming

A twisted shadow

Crossing the bight green fields

Something good and real

Pulling its tired body forwards,

Moose!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!

Things were fairly good, you don't know?

And you can try to predict

A giant flashing giant tick

Yet more happens past seven

As the stairs take you somewhere

Open the big brass door

With the snoopy key

Where is she?


I have to listen

to the strangeness

tenacious growth

where is to hope

a repetitive motion

a faked confession

we bumped heads

now go forth

night wards!


It began raining tiny blue droplets from the sky?

She looked at him for some direction

"Let's put our clothes on."

How well put, put that stuff on, get on with it, then what?

"I have no idea, just problems you know, we got to go. Oh no!

LIGHTING STRIKES A TREE DOWN!


So Bill Hole and Susan both swore never to get too wild and crazy again, but their fingers were both crossed.

Fingers hidden from each other

Is this love or simply trouble!



PS: My characters are giving me a slight head ache.

There is a new problem called Duck Hatred flying around rumor has it!


As I reach upwards..

It is hard to find good love

Time is loud with cash

Cold reptile glances

Homeless people

Lack of real,

Really.