Guy Abs the Pillow Ninja

Woah there Abs the Pillow Ninja!
Don't you see you're surounded with feathers?  Impressive swing resulting in numerous slits
yet no needle and thread can equal the speed of your damage.  Don't you see?
You're surounded in feathers!!  Pillow gore floating in the air, and you just stare?
Your not even memory foam, just a wooden block with no stock in what was
'cause its not your part
(where'd you start?)

epilogue to follow

with aprehention I say I'll run away to the hills.  what is right is what is right and this will fact check to the end of time.  I miss all those words that fell out of mind.  steep in water so hot for tea time enjoyment.  What time do we leave?  I'm for a straight go through. as the spin of the eretz beneath turns the tires, destinations draw closer. Simla similar to dress making. whisch leads to discussion of the addition princess: finally! relationship news resulting in joyousness.  long term stager bringing torn knees to an e-bay win.  the letters hemorrhage in my head and compacted emotion leaks out my eye socket.  Speaking of Sicci: such trustable planning with fantastic results!  lunch time talk of world changing only days away.  over written? unthinkable.  Speaking of that bread that is both dark and light...it swirls a bit.  Well, it gone all stale.


gaps there and seems to stay so, so these keys hit in a strumming tone. repeat on the Brickfist front as I love the ones who love the ones that love this music. Kickstart the third to over kill? please Eternal run my mouth off.  let all things said find pleasure in your sight and shot.  You shot the world how can this other be? that which is me is so not you. cut and paste baby cut paste till all I see is shiny scotch tape type shell.  brittle and brown from age, but bound buff in thickness.  I must address the talent


Oh Sam... look at this sun rise.   Listen to me whisper, Like anyone is going to hear me!  Such a full pallet of color. Remember the last time...well I uh...Camera! yes, lets get this camera set up.  Must prove to the kickstarter suporters We are doing them right with their money.  You know I never used to mind silence.  I could go hours with out a word.  Now...it's to late.  That has been my struggle I made a pledge not to bring any thing up.  But I went on thinking about your promise to him...Was he worthy of a woman like you?  I did not know, if I had known what could I say?  I gave you a list of issues and I tried to be nice and I tried to shed light but all a shed was...you. I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry.what could I have said?  Was that the issue? did you think I was to intent on being acknowledged as right?  I have no joy in beying right you know, but its to late.   It's to late.....

Lady Hart of Dollar theater fame, remember the Hershey's fight? well now the memory lives on even though it is too late...

Sky Fall

"two months till sky fall" and I pressed jean wrinkles behind my palms.
and the sky began to fall in its year long decent.  I went into hinding
with a camera at every corner.  newsfeed on full blast so I unplug the ear phones.
I'm caught mid fall by branch or bow, and now having caught some breath, bow or branch breaks.
Down falls the one out the corner as He is unwise in Perelandran eyes.
So weeks away from and end these few days set up the slope.  I hope we ride this out
(you know that news cuts deep at my feet)
in the line of why, I want fire
my path has pause points, but you root to rewind?  I find when I mention said tension
we result in suspension.  I'm tired of loosing all of you
(and I'm the one cutting strings?) take time with that. Stat inaccurate. Rate of speed seeds me wrinkle handed, but not with age. The stage set for reading my mind in one sense. Hence forth I'll stray from this form.
(Please let me stray from this form......)

hint hint

blank stare at a blank screen as the play list runs out.
the space bar blinks on and off
nostalgia for the future clouds today's choices


(can't click without connection)

with green check  swirling into the gray
I perplex on the yellow bouncing ball turned exclamation point

deer one

I can't sleep with you at this.
a mid week  matching with much of your intention
and all that in r a p i d arrangement.

this is not a case where you ask forgiveness over permission
there  always is forgiveness...
(stammer pot!)
 I forgive you,
I forgive your heart in this Oh high beam prisoner
and I aim to stand in the way
can I reflect or refract to save you of this?
I feel all I have is Him.  Where has He gone?
Do you know where?  This question cuts at you from me.
it cuts me to ask does it slice you or have you moved out of reach
as I feared for so many months?
To lead at Frank and Sally only to follow suit?  I thought I'd have things to say
I have only questions
how can this be?
how can you think this?
how can you?
can you see us? can you see me? what did you expect?
do those relate to you?
could you ever see me?
why?
I am crushed and hurt and I fear to even share these clouding effects.  other cheek turned to even open my mouth.  and I must as I love
my piece pending
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
composition unrushed to temper my heart rate
 (I'd go pages more to have you hear my heart with ears to hear.)

a spektor awaits

there is blood running down my finger and I am cold for the nest 27 hours.  The tiny typing thief can't figure how to put those guttural noises into his pockets so he hides behind the music.  (and so we go)
would you call that cannibalism?  'would you call' is a better question?
or is that a bitter question? truly this movie inspires my broken heart to rise to my sleeve.  CRANK you ducts! I'll find this open avenue if I just sit still.  I'm lost and young to spite my age so I wait and wait for a rumored gate...

packing is not so impactful but this down time is other worldly.  I can just hear Glen Woldrun "let us in, let us IN" as it is time to leave my finger still bleeding I cram my sleeve into another and bury what the rain reveals.

pause pause ....picks his nose

As the sun descends I think about the loss of room number nine and how it all added up to gain.  and how twice nine really has been life for many.  At the edge of another loss that feels like many I can only hope the gain is as geometric.  A first phone call miss placed and a missed phone call finds last place I need space to take a tick.  as aaron thinks it can stop and want me to try some how,  I stand to steal.  beying pushed around by less than time and mostly a negative neophyte.  I strive to crack these shells I see all around. stomping at the beach but the sand eats at my boots to be bear foot.  I ramble till and wait for the copper covered hate crimes.  where is their rhythm?!