Imaginings
Cum hither.
Kum lots .
I hear thy voice in a humbling wind, caress Our soul, give Our live such a sweet meaning. We have all kinds of opportunity to love all kinds of girls in every shape and succulkulence. And thy
call to me and invite Us inn. And at first I thot I was crazy to love thee girl. You did not make things easy and tell thy fat boy I know his sick and I will leave him alone if he does the same. I guess I am letting a man who did his level best to kill me, by clearly killing myself. And so I need to suss, was that a warning or just him calling Our bluff. It is interesting to note, failure is not an option for Us. Nobody can scare Us out of doing Our job. I could not fill Massey Hall with my voice. I have never really found my voice. I could see the labour to sing and play an instrument at the same time. The instrument needs be thy wife. N I thot why go through all that hard work and for what I will never be a Frank Zappa n make records. N people pay to see me is amazing accomplish. We solute All who have conquered their feels about public exposure.
I remember one concert at Toronto Y,ou were scared stiff and We was there with the Vampire and she got not a thing. And that was OK. I needed no ones permission to recognize talent. And beauty and Grace. Scared near out of her wits. The lake behind you and three to ten thousand people there to hear n see the songstress. None could tell thy sensitive feels. You for a few minutes was a idol. People are worshipping beings. George Soros would so love to be the boy who got the girls. Would trade places with Us. In a heart beat. No girl never chased him. All of them. Thee most beautiful girl in any room is mine.
Why? I really do not know why. I remember what was her name Yes: Loretta Blivinter God she was a beauty reminds me of Gifty so bad it be uncanny. She had herpes, not pleased with her latent English lover who said sorry girl them's the brakes someone gave it to me, enjoy, see the sad coller about a person's neck is how I viewed marriage. I did not get to the point where I needed her and the herpes is OK as long as it be not active. N I so like a phukk every day, but she was worth consideration and We could see her whole time track both past and future she will keep her good looks til the day she dies. I heard she had a baby with her new man. I pray they both be happy. Is that not what we all wanna?
To be happy?
Sad it is jealousy perverts all hearts it touches and still it is part of the human experience, We need remember never worship Jealousy. If ya really wanna profit.
I can not steal or covet my neighbors wife, and wanna profit. Is How the ten commandments should read and I am sure the spelled out was understood by early peoples. We have not evolved We have devolved in subtle wit, in emotional reality and prefer our own fantasy of how life or my life needs to go and how every one should see life exact as me. And if I like a thing that is OK but for me to steal a thing to even serious think on, builds legs under my worship library, the idol's I have relied on all of my life. Worship of jealousy hate is it home town, burst it, I am going to grow less in stature. Prozac can never cure a thing. Growing less hurts.
Evernotice?
I do love thee girl and in a sea of girls I need you so bad. I will never know Home outside of thyne arms. No one else can give me this. N so if you do not wanna me to be thy everloving Husband for ever n ever, never never do We part. Speaking just for I, We feel deep n religious feels with thee only girl. I would never a known Paradise be True with out thy fair hand ripping out Our hair. This boy would a got himself
no ware.
I can not take credit if We succeed the blame for All deep n real True We know we owe unto
Y,ou. And if it be Our lot to stay distanced. What can a poor King do?
Hatred is the last resort of the impotent. Just like buying a gun. Just hoping some boy gonna make me shoot in self defense? Like that cracker in Florida. He makes killing a kid long as he ba black of course, OK. Makes me a pussy in my own eyes instant. I at one time thought there was a delay between consequence and action. But We now find that too was illusion. Conrad Black liked to think of himself as a robber baron. If he was not stealing or planning to he got sweats like a junkie he got addicted to other people's loss. He counted on the total stupidity to reign he saw clear as day, and see when one steals all kind of hidden devils will come and plague the being, until the host is dead and the parasite won? No he just thinks he has. Once the host dies the feeding sooner or later stops. And the parasite then too must forego life.
As above so it is below.
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