Blow on us, as we are worth the hot breath wasted from " In whom we serve. " bringing yesterday in a cloud that i cannot quite reach in the cluster fucks scattered across life's rocky road.
Amongst all this i did find peace today...i stood for a few seconds and watched one man and his dog walk across a snow filled golf coarse from a distance which made his red coat stand still against the white tribe scorching across the landscape...the silence for those few moments was deafening..no police flashing blue lights, no swirling horns no biff, bash, bosh, in the sky above on the approach to runway nineteen,perhaps snow does belong in Narnia a different snow where the key melts all hearts and cannot be found by the ruling mob whose only God has a dollar sign tattooed in the rift of cabbage lies they steep in.
I am well, my panties need to step out as i have bought a new coat perhaps ripples deem the world to flout the transvestite caught in the bubble.
