Winter weather wind deterrence burns inside as we pass into the was way info hay day time travel. Art her miller’s death to commercial celebration ads 2 plus 2 to the grave of reasons time line. We burn the fuel, which burns blue, now. The flame which some have tried to take away. Take the path of. When does the silence, if ever, end within the self? Do as we will is attached to the word.
So I write in fear of theses extra attachments. Public or private, on video or pixel manipulation, which do we choose. But who are we, is this the instigation of the group. The search for others?
“Or Ken, can it be the multi-layer image of the Self (who’s ever self this may be).
All I know is but a lie is probably the hardest emotion to solve. From this where do we go?
“Go all good question, you are Free to go.” Said the copper, never happens as the kid lies dead with a bullet hole in his head. This is now. In whatever form, digital or hard copy, the message of communication in the “age of it, self” going to be or savior or just some guys rant of self loss, the death we all will know.
“When you die son, you are in the best company.” So breathe in deeper, getting heaver and heaver, 9: when I count to ten you, your eyes, heaver and heaver, you will be sleeping. Will you be sleeping. “Who are the inhabitants of a private room? All Architects keep of the grass.”
