Bolt wearing a belt Because while running runners do not wear belt on waist for the slow down of blood pressure. Run with a systematic method to reach on moon. The path is nano path on which your body would be a particle. Run with non-systematic way to achieve a Golden Globe without doing a single short movie
Words are free particles
Bound to thoughts that have matter. -------------------- Thoughts are the free particles Bound to words that matter.
Matter is made up of tiny particles
For you war forged it's on held truths.
A man of honor who is he. Brilliant and smart in the same instances. With aim there quality was mint to seek blood. Thirty solders clicks out in a hot desert breeze. With sand dunce full of prechers. Man of sin, and man of hate, leave this Earth yet you linger your scars of faith. As you approach the valley of bullets. The Earth was opened and a scary sight was then seen. Green, colored beings where at the station of a machine, with arms made of anti matter construction. Flee from this place, our machine will eat your city's and fall your lady. So the men all perk, up even more ready for there conduction. One of the beings taller than the rest came to there level of height. Who here is the leader of your squad. Me a beared man says! The being hold out your left arm. Do not be alarmed, for we are each from a far.
Life beyond earth desert sand dunce sun hot warm bright constrast
You are my antiparticle.
We are destined to collidide and when we do, you will annihilate me!
I am the particle
hidden within inside the crevice cracks and traps of the icy cave I am the particle winded outside pictured in tides hunts and punts of capped feet I am a particle forming time touching dreams beating drums making love I am a particle significant and low slowed conned tow a sustained substance a universal touch
How minute are we?
Her alias was Sunrise
The affable Sky Brags her entity In the high latitude Her voice was heard. There exists Energy He puts up the plug With the invisible outlet Of the naked Sky His charged particles Brought collision Brought wonder To the full-sized Universe. The solar wind The Earth Both were crowd-pullers Every one knelt down As they see The Roman Goddess of Dawn Her melodramatic entrance Her chameleon-like aptitude The neon lights Without Christmas ***** Made her zone broaden. I am the Seeker A Dreamer In this winter breeze I lied down With the techy remote Unearthing The Goddess of Fantasy. (12/5/13 @xirlleelang)
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