Few and far between, less even then are the times. You cannot stop how they find it, but search they do and locate it they shall.
If that is any consolation for the war torn state of inoculated time and space, I don’t fathom what is, or, better (as if!) yet, I lost it in the Happy Wok in Rockford, Illinois.
None-the-less, if you touch me I will rip you apart with the tentacles of my mind. Its fun to play with the parts of a whole, all tossed like a salad in the slipstream of heinous ill tidings and fear of fighting, but only when the dolphins play along.
God, if I stand and wait for the bus, will I stay where I am or fly away on a moped with wings of grass? Burn true, icon of light, though dark you are, feel the twinge of the holy dogma. Dragons of the daytime will back your cause.
If that is any consolation for the war torn state of inoculated time and space, I don’t fathom what is, or, better (as if!) yet, I lost it in the Happy Wok in Rockford, Illinois.
None-the-less, if you touch me I will rip you apart with the tentacles of my mind. Its fun to play with the parts of a whole, all tossed like a salad in the slipstream of heinous ill tidings and fear of fighting, but only when the dolphins play along.
God, if I stand and wait for the bus, will I stay where I am or fly away on a moped with wings of grass? Burn true, icon of light, though dark you are, feel the twinge of the holy dogma. Dragons of the daytime will back your cause.
