Wrighting for me has become frightening...
Like the Inkheart of silver tounges
I'm longing ...
I'm longing..
for the big moment taking the normal one step forward and two steps back..

Is backwards the way I choose to go ?

Where am I now ?
if not me am I too supposed to be younger ?

Am I growing old because I've yet to reach my destination?

Is time itself a made up reality?
If told that you couldn't fly why does a child draw a angel with feathers?
You see i Gather the contrast, theme and descriptive metaphor while constructively criticizing every detail I can until it's my own fault I live of such loneliness...

I can describe repeated blows threw the skulls skill to protect with waves unrecognizable as threats to the brain.
my acts of judgements that flood over my personal thoughts that which have beauty and meanings full of joyful suspense and conception of colors having *** without lust in it's detail the formulas combination of touch explodes like a theory on life.


It rains ideas like opening statements and hightens Senses with sent messages past smells of wet ground and rain while sounds of other memories play violin's like crickets drum,  
The man whistles like birds chirping, or grass whispering
Wildly to the feilds in waving motion of fans at a football stadium burning with passion for the next big play
With faces painted like warriors protecting there village until the final sound of thought can exit my mind and I can watch as words and arranged letters pair in a paragraph parading like a Paradise in a party I've partaked in only to say...
I'll never forget how to write or what my goals in life are there's just always to much to do.. and to much to say.
Maybe not enough time my enourmous instant seconds..
Thoughts of a whole story in moments I think gone as fast as a flash , or a car going buy hearing it's music for a split second and connection to how many in the car what color clothes they wear and how fast they're going,
Leaving my body actively still sitting reading what I've wrote the split second it's written amazed by myself and it's instant gratification holding on to life as if it's the most important thing ..
Forgetting what it was that made me what I am today because of all of the strength to never give up what I lost to learn love and miss hate like being taught what was at stake when only examples of Martyrs are whats left to bring back to date.

There are many I love. But hate to miss.

Always judged for words I never say,
Yet ones I speak run futures and measure clans plans of time.
No freebies.. then why would I live.
I worked for a reason before they took my kids. I'm the giant and I can't get a leg... What investment.. I run the head. I made him hear. I walk miles keeping him alive while you push him to fear.
I can be tolerant or I can be non existent I can leave this body for instance in a instant I can change reality as I see fit. But would you litterally give an arm for this.. I do all the time. I rock the planet and save it through my time. Silver valley home of a snake. But one with the head doesn't hate. It's one a stake that heals on a ambulance for saftey. But you prefer I'm not me and I'm you but that's the reason I came... For changing.

What is the reason Jesus stayed up for 40 days and nights to argue the devil and God. What has many Genius artist drawing and finding knowledge. Who can do fast music without a puff or two. I'm confused on your evidence that drugs are bad.. maybe you just can't handle the power of pain.. or creation. Maybe instead of letting others be themselves you would rather dictate like my brother.. maybe you would prefer I not center a structure for people to be bad and you can just keep it in your streets maybe you would rather have a ****** get out in 4 days then a drug addict in 20.. your wasting your time on me as a person when you should be looking at me as a energy source. It's pointless to argue with you .  You don't make sense..

What if I kept a secret hidden. Then build up to release it. And out of nowhere signed from all directions cause he rose and made everyone millions. I geuss without faith or investments.. they think it's called begging. Well I'm no begger or slave. In fact I'm a savior. Yet you want me to work .. I tried that. It's easy and I need my medication to go. But a tcheck based on my knowledge and growth . Based on my experience and pictures. My knowledge and skills.. my magic and real... I think I deserve more. I feel left out of my own joke sometimes.

Knock knock!!! long drumrole....

Who better to love then the child helping with the baskets in a orchard farm.

Burlesque woman your ballerina trinket twirl like a princess dressed in a ball alone with no hand family familiar pearls sitting most beautiful of crowds if only they could see what was behind them the singer sings the girl loves his songs she wallows, he dies ..beyond & beyond waiting until the day he could finally right me.

Wish upon a Time and change lines like Dna. Math is direct and 7 Dementionally. 5 being life is only Odin's extra Eye,
Perhaps my widespread whisper is wild side , I'm wild when Nye I whimper wise and wisker ***** that sparkle and shine I'm fine with a glass of wine and a time of registration I frame of mind..

Picture this..

I'm running chalked dead and remembered marry Poppins and Elmo contender I'm a art artist woke up for related issues at press..
If not to battle I geuss God's in order with the truth to are reps recycled and eating over again depress lessions of legions I harbor hard at a chest people who die come in and lay down to rest and I'm beat for there religious views and conquests or cruel. If truth is a harmful word of judgment then I know my roots to a stomach,
Vulcanic rock and **** at it's clearest which is a Geodude Brock's burnt under brindges
I'm frindges of fridges weighted I'm collapsed like atlas weighted

And the waiter still smiles and gives me a ticket knowing I can barley afford it taking me down the rabbit whole we all feel for in a inbankment..
United Nations and wallet sycronizations I'm passions of advantages manicans wish they hard savaged
I'm last like the final I'm so merry on the flow I'm married on horses with lunges and barrels I run circles like infants learn walking as a way to cause parell.

Your loud laughs and pouty faces..
Her obnoxious giggle and gradeschool jokes.. her tounge out at the bar.
Your ownage in your brown leather jacket. I'm just a picture where I find happiness.. a Ghost as my karma lays old skeletons upon a new built Laird.

My kids have a great dad. I want him to work with them to show them what I couldn't. And I want them to revive a life I never had.. just pure rich to where if they want goals they can have them nothing to stand in there way. I want that for my exes and friends.. and I wanna be broke again giving it all away. I made it without it and I'll probably still work after im famous cause what else is there to do.

****** , ******, Cupid, Methuselah, Loki/Odin,(birthname), planet


Don't believe me ask them...

Home I send one. He has been aged long enough. Acension I give you. My Methuselah. My lover and boy I carry. For the idols of man I work for in preparing. First a home I paint half as well as Jesus when not effected by my hunger of genius. On to roofs I climb higher. Hoping to side job with a HVAC and builder as I use my money for beats till all of us retire. My home and family I always wanted is finally here. My head so far up my past I smell of it's rear. I'm near. Wake me and take me. I may be able to change your circumstances like reality or dementional compatibility with my strokes of painted brushes in letters that make me Alpha. I'm no gloat or goat humble till backed or poked. I just am me .. feeling as I do. Humanity gave me humility and I have no one to thank but all of you

Geuss I'm gonna go for up then

It's fantastic. Close of mind open of nature. Wind like thunder rain like reins rein horses to call for heaven as 7 soars

Hopefully I find a decent jazz artist. I know one... Or Ibm a mix of components

Walt Whitman.. till I'm challenged

West side baby

You just have to stay positive and motivated. Don't let anyone take you down.

I can..

If I work in treated unfairly. If I dint I feel like **** and depressed.

Was it the dead lonley cracked tree.. woods of my alien. Or perhaps the grey street that raised my colors high. Maybe it's the complex and my rude awakening after 3 days of laying dead... Where I started ... I restarted once all the time then never.  Only to be released forever

Closer I get it's tears that blind others truth. I can only love and dictate your own past. I am not ****** . So I shouldn't be treated for his mistakes. There can only be one true God and I've become more then you've seen in awhile.. I'm honest .. are you ?
I can be clear of mind but only with peace of origin. Orion as my father's work. Jesus will I am to B. Never better . Although you except nothing less.

I'm thinking I'ma collect a 300 check cause I get ******* out of life so often and see if I can't just leave my state and go to Cali of  Seattle. And run away. I'm getting old and I need to focus on a music carrear before it's to late. This motivational thing is stupid. I can't be positive around negative emotion. If feels like a failure wherever I go. I'm not happy without money or change. It's painful to feel used and hurt . More people confess there problems to me but never want to hear my result of opinion.

is there a life worth living in a death does not a heartbeat in rhythm call one whose soul is dead ..
do we
everfind light again?  is it that death is a way to live on your own memories or perhaps time gives you a second chance to reflect on your past..
if one speaks  to themselves through many is speech placed in a time of their afterlife ? what would they say in selves ear..or do to act differently ? would it matter could it change them ?
would they as a dead soul linger in a life longer lived? if so.. knowledge knows death.
do we become happier like a blade of grass? Let me explain you see only Walt Whitman can say that the child loves what he does not know..  it's only the curiosity of why something so tiny can open a flower like a bee the earth hums a tune in a pollen wind.. a light can she'd emotion over friction or chill.. it's a time of free will. Sensitive photosynthesis wilt and ****** when lit..
Like
emotions in a sleepover.. breathing as one leafs seed to tree one summer gone so cold..
Repeat and the first tree old..
if the sun rises today I say good morning world as good day says the moon..
and then.. the bees strive for more honey.. until lights lightly loom for the loon. And I say the world wants my gold like fools.

https://youtu.be/vkuIBTN0obo

As I she'd more skin and love more of myself I see others flock. They test me and push me to see if the old me is still existent. I am challenged by man and woman who have consistently offered me opportunity and trust . I have faith that my actions and statements will be looked at as a future for the past to read. Like a time capsule .. nothing is hone forever.. just lost. When found. Is it still as loved and played with... Held and used for it's purpose.. or did we replace it because it was impulse .. and know it's going to be something new and worth less... Now rendering itself added worthlessness

I seen a empty bottle in the trash.
There was also napkins next to the trash.
I wondered how many people use these napkins..
It's stated recycle. Recycle what ? Trees? Regurgitated garbage we eat over and over again ? How do we still have a mountain of trash. Plato and Socrates knew something. Perhaps eject it to space. Maybe we can **** our ozone if we just burn it. Cause earth swallows anything including pasts and futures. Who's in control of Earth's health. Cause we **** on it. And that bottle... Of course is full of **** and vinegar. Release all tension and let's rise to the stratosphere. Floating cities above Earth's gravity.. no pulling of our new system down.  Elisium on the moon. Perhaps a ride in a roller coaster to the darkside will thrill you more. Maybe it's not as cold and chilling as we thought.. and Earth's warmth and feelings will make a change like a landmass arise or one to fall..
I've fell many times. Now I've married the other half of my mind.
People climbing out of oceans asking about ships.. but my dreamscape makes me the hero in my pirate flag informaniac boom. Cannons and truth. My voice in thought and control of the room.
I blow horns like harps of trains and riots of mind boggling facts. I am and Lord knows Jesus will help me like a snub nose I tuck. I'll play gangster while my inner ghost fires the bullets..
I'm not violent as what sin runs in his blood. I'm just everything else and it's time I leave after passing and giving peace to my son. His family is mine and we deserve heaven.. same as 144 thousand.. all for order of the Bright Apollo flights and fry minds in a hystaria historical society of terror. Longer days hotter with white out snow. Raining tears and explicit when our children explore.
Yes I ******* .. it's better then the alternative.. making more humans live... rebirth and love now Is in a different narrative.

Let's take care of our love first and find a list of what changes are nessasary gerse what people think.

It's constant screen shots. Viable realistic moments. Violence and silence. Like telekinesis it's intelligence is ancient any dialect different depictions of hyroglyphic carvings Martyrs starving marketing free parking marketing trends and silver valley silver dreams ..
My free Blocks bloom the airwaves I airport and gallow like followed ghosts I'm hybrid world's and religions Dementionally crashed.
I laugh and trash like a trashed mass of masks held in skins for reference to polictal agenda and conspiracy. I don't think you hear me ? I'm alien spelling like hikuas and moves of a muse based upon my personal views. I clue and blue cry for your favorite rapper but can't relate to my knowledgeable gratitude. I am rude and running jumping tracking and follow through. Months I moved and made moves. I'm over lazy acts falls snacks waste racks and money trance. I'm pants and wands I'm clover clocks closer then wings my wright hooks come out to violent when I cross I dip and I Dodge switch foot and crook I'm more likely to punk and leave bruises of my ego to look. I ain't fear you. I slap myself. I ain't near you.. y'all help yourselves. I'm punishment to those who have allowed such this function of multiple division's I'm hoping hop rapture rapid capture dressing actor massive hammer gifting judgement but no one hold it. I'm cold shifts. I've held down frost Giants.. your just humans and my dead I chose hear. But I'm upset about what happened upstairs.

I made a song for you on SnowingOdin YouTube channel you should check it out. Explicit gotta Go for the idols I hope to share drinks with and crush carrears. It's time we rise from fall.

Stars Cry and God's Snow
crackle
My shine is upon me..
Great Apollo hear me roar..
EL ... L ... Whoever you R ..
I weight.. like balance Yin Yang.
I hope for feeling.. I grow from the rosary.. it needs cross like intersections. Colors alighned..
I Shakru the whole system . I am. I am me. Me is I and nothing will B as good as me. ..


Sorry y'all changing phones already a member. I'm looking for El. Or L.. Fluer .. please contact me for my new number. I miss you must.