Star

The sight of those points struck joy upon my heart. I faint to see such departure of blood from blood, but can not live with out locating next to the city I love.  What might happen if I face a roaming charge? I see no substitute.  I am blinded and have now desire to see.  

Jet engines rattle beneath me and I am at ease because I am returning home! Electric engines whine as positions shift into flight readiness.

Tar mac to seat...this joy surpassed only by what is coming

Smiles 

Ummmmmmmmmmm

This titanic racing to an end point.  But mine is knowingly aimed.  I aim to sink this boat. I aim to crash this well built hulk of a construct.  I aim to take it down and dismantle via destruction.  

Pointing to a violent end. Fire and twisted metal, I have crossed into the country of crazy.  Craving such an end, and lost in longing to lament.  Can I unsee this eventuality?  Can I pause the pace, please? Wait is that a true desire?  I cast it out in truth.  I see the gore and greatly grieve the horror, but a needed ground zero for building a future.

But here is the gnarly fact, had the titanic aimed...it would not have sunk.

Hair

Can you check my shape?

I need help knowing how the whole thing fits together. 

This is the pose I'm faced with, as bright shining glare takes my feet out from under...

Inside out, I'm dried and drowning.

Pressed into rest, I can't quite see the glasses at nose tip. 

I could do with more but not with less. How does one run at this gate? Lightning of a greenish hue

What was

There has been a change of what can't be. And I am at a loss 

As I am always loosing this is nothing new.

You'll note that it tends to be a you and me type conversation, I just can't brake free

Couldn't 

Brake

Free

Ask

You silly 

hit the sign  as it comes up to hand.

Shift your footing and dance through the saw and spelling.  They are just tricks of the trade.  What awaits is a clear view of the next cloud, so no need to brake neck speed.  Corners ride your edge roughing your smooth. It's normal     

                            and lovely.

Paint runs out and we center in on the benefit of burnt sticks.  Missing the Georgia clay, it's okay.  I need 3D any way so shade

shade away...

a morn

Tortured morning turned silly. 

Making every one weak.

Run aground of immovable land mass.  Those pieces falling out.

Turning up makes for an out come 

             unexpected?

We shall see how to out run.

Those that scamper trailing behind with strings...all those strings shot forward.

To entangle

I shall run them through and snaps be as they may. They maybe sharply letting.  

So be it

Timing

Never on set target

Always falling into the last most unpleasant moment and the film from over head runs into a larger issue of runny noses.  Can we awaken at 6 for the purchase of milk? All say no to that. 

You'd say no to that, while she'd say know to that.  

Running out of options I turn to the left...

Not the opposite of right, but all that is

Don't I see what is going on?