allocate in sense. the little love is like a big love. relativity i guess; i laugh. laughter is a bastion: happens when the computer overloads: when the children find themselves surprisingly comfortable. almost and tomorrow a moment, almost old. the sugar sacrine cane abounds: tomorrow and tomorrow.
not for nothing but a hero is built in the dark. the hero learns to cry out of darkness to reach those around him; the one who finds himself high enough on the mountain to secure a position; view the flames inside a burning city; surrounded on all sides by great walls that make for magnificent fortification. unfortunately the plan has backfired and the flames are contained within. the hero sees the others from another village tilling with no lack of intention; for their concerns are not the hero's and the flames to them are not in sense. this is the most simplicity of decisions when seen for the landscape that it is.
build up your armaments, take hold of your loved ones. make for the highest hill, the trend will be survival. never the less we are alive and well, take not this for granted. now, with everything you have, be made ready for the new rebirth of childrenkind; this is our greatness, our readiness. impermanence and brilliance splayed across the glass, though still barely visible. this is our process, homosupersapien born made again. i you we is god we realized. lets extremely. marble walls, marble ceilings, this is now my home now. silence. science at silence in the city and acropolis; polis. columns in the new world style, chiseled in the Ones and Os.
and the farther that you go the more it sounds like something you've heard before. its made of the same DNA that i've seen before in my relatives and children. the story resounds in refrain for the same names play the same games over in if over is a hundred times we. seven seven and seven. (one and two is made third: this is i you we.) thank the good graces for the mobilization of the story, for it holds me in my sense and keeps me feeling live. the child becomes the king and inherits the earth and kingdom comes and then again the eyes slits open and closed and unfocussed and focussed shut. you is the companion in this, the fawn that meets me at the lamppost and at least reminds a smile. and the pebbles the prate my where bouts, for better or for worse. we makes the way made the unit is the conflagration.
