behind the liquor store on catalina street the acacia was growing thick. the first Queen of the wolves she grew so that her human form became her head grew out of the wolfs head. she is becoming all that yin and yang guns and Ghandi Jesus , Brabus the Son of the Father we drive … Continue reading she is becoming
the new moon is perfect dress dragging behind her barefoot she is free every moment with her is a million years she is free and her smile forbade a thousand tears the sun opened every door to find her and he did
the new moon is perfect while she walks restfully up to the bow ocean air wind catching seagulls to float where we are, no trees grow no leaves grace this area oh but the ocean air and its delight brings us dolphins...
the new moon is perfect merrily she sings while hanging laundry in spring time flower scent thick in the air..
you are perfect how? its just what is.
a mohave sunrise while moon sets and the trees in a new desert had the emergent response of a long term drought blasted off we ran got outa earths orbit we ran the high ram we stole him away we stole the lion we stole the lamb we made them our tool we remotely broadcast … Continue reading we stole the lion…
i just needed to see you smile it recharged me i side stepped negativity and could talk to anything..