Her psychic readings note the astronomies I've created.

This feeling warps the time. The code in morse, Moore law's focused in mind, one zero one how can one learn fun?

My mind dives beneath it all.

I see her holding a trident riding a sea horse bubbles form as I scream with extreme force.

A Mermaid holding the holy rosery patrolling the open sea
as the tsunami hits was where I was suppose to be.

Poetry reduces the stress dramatically,  **** with this anti gravity!

Dynamic enhancers.

What does one call this genre?  If she is the moon and me the sun then we are modifying the weather with our chakras. Creating thunder storms as ******* form....a new born titan. Lightning strikes with strong winds that cut like a knife and in It's core was all the beauty to explore.

Surely I must be crazy for not craving water.

Sorcery.......       connected to all your heart beats.

My holy interests..

                          the true spark of listening.

Never wait for the moon for one is always on the move

so I dropped the clues through sadness, in the news, and songs about the blues.

Inspiration through injuries;  Emotional alchemy.

Quietism - Scream to the heavens for one to listen.

Configure the plot. If not. No solutions are possible. Your actions obstacles become impossible while waiting with contemplation.

The luxury is the ability to contrast human degradation.   Is it illogical?

Ignoring solidarity as one discovers clarity.  Not purposely.  Judgements shaped by opportunities. 

I am Fully aware of what it means to be an isolated being.

 Incapable of returning to a state of the old ME.
Existing free, preceding with essence, completely understood the number E.  Too many have questioned my subjectivity.

Theories of divine presences, i make the connection through sky messages.

History repeats again, and yet the fool blames outside events.

A topic with no prospect

            one might suggest ,  we all have a women to impress.

But there are none left. So where does it take him?

To a state of degradation.

A painted ceiling with the vibrations of demons.

Dualistic-principles.

Black and white visuals.   Is he good is he evil? Is him alone?

The Moon in which it shoned on the Cintamani stone.

Absorb this energy.

The portraits in whence I hid to protect you from your enemies .

Life when we first arrive... With no memory of our lies...

Humans running in a constant loop. This subjectivity has granted me another view.

Circular statures of reason. Comedic predicaments as they covorht with all the seasons.

Constantly UNintrested.

Things are easily forgotten and i am the ONLY one who has witnessed.  

One whom's amazed by colorful imagery,

well their life seems too simple to me.

Outside the box I've watched the clock move as my style grew outside their view.

This position of weirdness.

Bald and beardless.  

Only those who follow themselves can feel this.

They're locked. 

                           Exposing truths. (Lost)

As a pseudo detox.

                                          Mocked.  

For trying to refute the fox.

  And yet if these words Ever appear foreign

YOU WILL NOT REMEMBER THEM THE NEXT MORNING.

Too deep.

                      Concealed in my ocean.

Advance rhetoric/

         <<<<<----    \ backwards penmenship.

Eccentric.
 
                                    / Time traveler. \

Stone cutter / Lone brother self educator this burgeoning is unrelatable/

                                 Owls are known 2 meet secretly/

   Oh how they rush to copy this Animal behavior/

                               how does one mark a dead carcass?

                       I'm being watched by Star ships  as they zero in on this location/

               I told them WHEN instead of WHERE/

                 /The knowledge I've shared./

                               Helped those slay the BEAR !

Recognize.

/Take control of the petrified.

                           Remember there's TRUTH in all  lies.

          How is it that one can doubt me?
 A slave owner to those who touch the concrete.

 No discrimination. I have All The Time to wait.

They've sealed their fate. On a plate next to their mate  Because these stains just won't stick to me..
                          
                                 The World has NO mystery.