I'd like to say I can't when technically I really can, I say I don't want it to stop in a flash when realized final times are approaching this man.
No phone will be able to reach me as no landline connects this dimension, no Internet bloodline messenger instantly stands in hold of connection lost wasted and wasted in being lost sand in time forest of Beauty in inner meaning.
Constantly pulling down recognized only as being pulled up in the mind can only go so far for one soul no matter the kind or the type, human being or nailed shut squeaking clean looking for flesh while floating around the gulf then running the forest of time as a wolf in the moonlight or better yet,
northern lights or northern lights of hell,
I take on the storm as concussions ring bells stab a doorway through soul-like embarrass the dwelling dignity stagnant lapse redone in pure form to witness the sins going on in the dorm that pull triggers with barrels locking lips,
take a ride thru the tunnel the getaway van dips thru dimensional vessel away from the tomb of the devil,
the only way out is the womb,
tho memories lost the minds been re-set, and now the energy's better you can bet, tho going thru instance experience weighed upon energy matured has also delayed so pass on the shit talking meaningless drama and think of a time once lost, comma.
Dot. Dot. Dot. To be continued.