The time elapsed into different dimensions since the dream State of being. Once I try to awake the fever seems to subside. “Tanks, for the medicine; even exchange. Since every truce seems to be some kind of communication which is a wonder why the bombs still fall from the sky.

Who cares about the story if Of will live or die. Maybe the figure model huddled by the blue flame; our hero’s ever lasting flame. The heat source for the winter, “no way will things be like last XXXXX. That we had to fight for back in the days of the frontiers. When one becomes aware of the function value of a valve.

Once again the laughter.

“Please, 0001 once again tell me,” said the copper, “how you become the possessor of the blue flame. We seem to note that the bill is long over due. You have some fine explaining ahead of you.”

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Since yesterday, today’s classifieds have been hanging on the wall. Not a job to shoot for. 0”s and 1’s cloud my aim. Do random combinations mean the same? Which posses’ the truth; of which lie. The decoder O is neither you nor i.01100 11 111111 1011011 101 10.

“Non sense,” nothing keeps me reminded. “Feel the chill in the air.”

“But you can’t take advantage of the moment when that is all you have,” was his response to the reference made in the hall. “Have you any plans for tonight,” Mohawk asks.

“Why?”

“Well, it’s just that I have off tomorrow, not that you know about that,” he laughs. So here we sit, making 0’s and 1’s living our lie, you and i. Look around you and tell me what you see; can all of these questions be justly asked Of? “Just keep from going crazy,” read the journal. “You are the one who asked to be free.” So stop the tears and cry for redemption and answers to fool yourself. Take not up arms but legs and walk away into some sun set on the beach. Kiss the eve good bye and join the others in the bar, at least we have guests to entertain. Too bad you are alone.

Only if I could’ve in Costa Rica with the move star which burns in the belt of Orion, that Celienã has taught me is not actually a star but a nexus. What is next to us, nothing but the pain of the travels? When will we meet on common terms? When we realize the delight, which occurred when I suck your toes. This is for no one, but yet you still read on. Leaving me in my darkness where we all belong. “Yetal through my slumber I had seemed to be conscious of some point which had