NUKES AND SCUDS

nukes and scuds evaporate blood but words are less than vapor to begin with. The cost of stench of rotting breath toleration can't be afforded by the average townie no matter how glorious or historical the city. Atlantis was like a city of Gods, when only God knows of the sinning that happened inside the city walls. Take a look inside a mind like running through the baren ghost forest post devastating fire at night. The fires gone out in the lighthouse making the ships and the rocks have to fight. If all the kings henchmen and babes of the castle go set an example by drinking then the bumpkin's 10th son who was almost aborted will kill them with thinking. Plots and schemes against politics framing hearts sinking in sand that recreates time and space to a blackhole that sucks up the land and the snow and the pain it must take to go on in light of faith, aliens abducting soldiers as prisoners thrive on their sense of devastation as it trickles into test tubes and glows like the dark inside the soul of a homeless orphan child, next to be picked up in a beam of the light no it didn't make the news cuz no human could fight it and no one needs to know about shit the government and the police and the military can't protect them from til it hits the side of their living quarters with an uncanny weapon projectile vomit task reaper gone reaper sword paddling lakes of water out the canoe's floor rebuilding the hope that she'll come thru the door of the dead and the lost, tossing and turning in hopes she's not in the pits of Hell burning to save her is death by the hand of the very man who's hand it is whether it be by rope or chain its a certain insanity that breaks the ties tying him down to humanity, some links made of glass others made perfect sense but the landlord comes down and he beggeth for rent metaphorically speaking abominally wrong cuz when in appearance some light of whats wrong or offline take sanctuary from losing sacred time wasted along war paths only grasped as being foreign to those who have never walked them but nearly everyone has at some point, whether it be this life or not but they have, yes indeed, they all walk down from the treasure ships the angels sail around the moon and the stars and the life that would have been found on mars had we been around to discover it a humanly unimaginable amount of time ago, but if you sit on your hands long enough it'll come around again or are you tied to a chair in another dimension getting slapped in the face by a tyrant supernatural mutant gone buddhist in its standards blasphemic standing backwards tragic strategic para-drop quadraplegic writing hymnal books with mind rays and tired because the back of his mind has just been crossed emotionally as well as damn well geographically by the back of his mouth. Yup. Bullet path. But how the Hell did he pull the trigger? It didn't pull itself and nor did he, a spasm in the time cycle of man military skunk tripping waffle warted scout piglet ruining roots that demolish roads from the sewers drop atoms on slivers and sail them away to projects of highly funded suburbian deaths wretched time agog bullshit land search for the damn great survivor of every war, let alone victor, Jesus Christ. If that is your real name. If it is than can you tell me why life is so lame and why schools mold everyone's mind to be the same and try to explain why the mail never came hold up just a second I'm changing the blame to the trigger man military sky in the past kicking white little soft-skins impregnated ass it will pass my young padewon searcher of souls take a ride in the alien spaceship of ghouls come back from the future to haunt the next generation of land-lubbing busy-body print make fashion bullshit same fake passionate bullshit wake up a pool of time calling bullshit I say no more spasms get out of the lake before drowning in madness for God's Heaven's sake a mistake to be made from now on down the road where I once found Jesus and He told me I'm too old to be part from the ways of the church so I said back to the path of light folicles following how many times will this imposter of my mother keep calling? the worlds been burning for five years tho I've only been on the unit for four months yet the machines still try to convince me that they are her tho I know its a different tentacle of the entity blurred in the eyeless doom of the world we can't possibly be forgiven in, hence the flood of fire leaving ruin and the only human beings left are within these walls, Four East West Health Poison drips into the mind naturally and this is the first and only place to reverse it and find help.....

There is no machine, keep telling yourself that. the fact that its real as it is they can't match. Tho burned at your birth your the creme of the crop, the day you give up the whole world will stop. 

[3-21-13]