The Ten Nugaries of Silent Prayer Mon, January 19, 2009 - 1:38 PM i finally ate some scallops and i will soon enjoy some capers but they wont give me a visa and i burned all my papers. this daylight is incessant in the middle of antarctica where the penguins still need temples to avoid their prostitution rings. they too have rock whores, stealing stones to save their babies: cold templates of reality in the warmth of humility i merely observe and record observe and record who builds a nest with no walls?! the sacred shepard seal calls... there is no grey objective observation of this circus we call LIFE there is only Isness flowing knowingness in the sharing sustainance of EYE can you dig this rap i demonstrate to form a raisin in the sun? if only loads of sin ~~~~~ could fly through hands of love! and open wide this O~zone layer ~but Im a demon slayer~ no more finesse to breathe innocence back into the lords of minions. let them fall into the ocean one by one, aeon to aeon circus tower chariot surprise sometimes the sun never sets so as to never rise and books and gadgets and calenders and riddles all equate to a passenger who fiddles with the eulogy of moons and sunshine baloons i cant define the way the shadows grace can echo love directly from gods face but every day the moon may say a thousand things to redirect your clouds astray but no one stops a common man from building temples on a land that hasnt seen a warmer day than the one that waits for him to pray in The Ten New Degrees of Silent Prayer tested, tried, and true time ane time again through Nugaries they nugied me, through my crown chakra, they set me free! into knowing what you see when yesterday is but a dream, tomorrow only thoughtful streams, sew buttons on your underwear and take to swimming through the air cuz NOWs a simple place to start build temples in antarctica just dont let them build a k-mart. Pink Skully Spotted Eagle
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