he Breath Of Life.’ Many are called few are chosen? Within - TopicsExpress



          

he Breath Of Life.’ Many are called few are chosen? Within four months I was blacklisted and dismissed taken the ruddy piss out of over a fabrication, they really thought they were worth that, Hhhhhhu! The air’s singed, with an aroma distinctive to what’s known as a smouldering lost cause, possibly? Some might say a sacrifice that’s strung, wound up in string and now buried beneath a tooth now being a cavity to earth. Life should never be a lost wounded cause. We should always be humble when encountering or touched by the closest thing to creation. And now an ultra violet fog stirs and moves forth combing and inter weaving its way through in- between the blue bladed linier lines of rotting grass. My mind’s now seamlessly gliding feeling as though it’s being guided in transition and now I’m delivered from evils, blessed to be aware of an evil unrepresented presence. Here I’m finding, comforted within solace, being consoled by an angelic maiden a messenger from a holy place there being very few chief bridesmaids a rarity in its entirety. Having a belief that a stirring beauty, believes in me. Nelieves in me. For now I am gliding into a higher state of consciousness yet still far removed from knock, knock knocking’ on heaven’s door. Caribbean Queen, I’ve found love on the run. Now here’s a sudden toast to the solo solar alignment playing sudden host to an unmapped quest. That shall begin to quench one’s own rotten breath and also one {s} very own sweat, blood and tears surprisingly being my favourite tipple. Fancy a triple. “Tine fist drums rolls the chess board.” ‘AND JUST SHIMMY! SHIMMY! SHIMMY! ‘AND JUST, SHH-SHH SHH-SHH SHH-SHH SHH-SHH SHH-SHH, SHHHHH SHH-SSH SHH-SHH SHIMMED AGAIN!’ “All whilst turning 360 degrees.” Rock n Roll. “Thou short for breath, and so I lost control because of the {ir} bare-faced liberty {ies.} AND JUST, SHHHH SHHHH SHH- SHH SHHH-SHH SHH SHIMMED ON UP’, Much Further, in-MID-air. It’s ‘the rock n roll’ shimmy. And, yes sir. I’m still looking right at you, who else but you? As you reach for the morning sky now full of smiles. Continuing to gain and never failing to amaze thee, Ultrabeat Better Than LifeUltrabeat Better Than Life awsome, and just like that, laughed. {{{it’s realyl nice we finally spent time together in a real nice leafy garden}}} “And although I’ve now transcended, your always still much ‘better than life’, and it’s really, really-good you know. You know? youtube/watch?v=qiZWqTbnrLQ
Posted on: Fri, 24 Oct 2014 22:52:08 +0000

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