I developed X44C Technology Created it in my personal think tank Taking a real painting Micromanagement color structure Enhanced reduced calculated In reality All you need is one painting Like buying shares in a utility stock Say 1000 shares were purchased for you at birth Reinvest the dividends Banging the high quality women at 31 Living off the coast of Monaco But the irony is, she's not a woman It's robotic twang, test tube sex, no fault kink Pretty good, right ?
Motionless, and without form,without color,and yet so clear,always around me but yet before my eyes it refuses to appear, Like the mysteries of the night skies, I look up and stare wondering how we can feel,smell and yet cannot touch, or so do we dare, to know the true meaning of what it is like to be Air!!!
When looked at, She speaks 2 she, a she,she see's, when she looks at she,daily. She,contemplates the image of she, looking at she, only 2 see, she was unable 2 bend light, A light reflection bounces back at she, only she could look at thoroughly, and see a technology,used throughout Ancient history,2 see she,2133, was encrypted in the wand,held by she,in which, she, used 2 transform she into she, the she,that looked at she,the first,second,third time in a row. Run away,she attempts, 2 run away,but...
What is there when your energy isn't positive or negative When your universe doesn't recognize you and there is no take or give Do you exist in limbo, trapped in the rift Or do you join the multiverse and open doorways within it's midst
To have seen the things that I have, can boggle the mind Totally destroying astrophysics, Einstein and the laws of Newton's design The many worlds where humans aren't the supreme beings You would be surprised by the peace that I've seen
Reptilians at peace with reptilians, but acknowledging all other species ...
lord, it laid the garden down beat lavender into the ground and washed our seedlings from the soil and all our time and sweat and toil and yet we gather rake and hoe with hopeful heart and seed to sow for better late than never grow and hold to heart the bright refrain that every storm runs out of rain
Sofia on lacrima sofa loom Weaves Hawthorne wreath Into gable of golden confetti Whose wisdom wanders Shepherd’s trails Across moors where banshees Wail womanly holy hemlock Over hectares of Hades To be herd and heard On Samhain sparrows
A distance dark neither here nor there no imagination or thought without a scent or shadow of a tear just endless dark listening to death gasping for air thump the ground prowling in oblivion neither here nor there