Summer reign

I will not learn to swim, not even dip my toes; the sun is far too cold and reigns much to dry. The regime that imposes upon us is but the “passing” of a constant reverberation, I will not bother to float for that is the devils water. Between a blue water navy and the deep blue sea lies a paramount inconsistency in the expected ending of a constant. With an antagonistic combo of white witches and wild wolves, the combat deficit protagonist is introduced as Wikipedia. A truly sad battle, lost before it started

Hence I break bread with a rare breed of battle hardened bikers: A composed click of criminal kingpins, crippled covert cops, and caches of cash crops. The green births green otherwise known as paper or cream. My personal prognosis is there will particularly be no price paid for the murder of a mass murderer. As the act of promoting death remains characteristically the same, how then can the perpetrators of an identical crime be culpable and not culpable? On Sundays I clean my shoes and sip on some clean juice, sit in the church service and sow a significant seed, hope that I find redemption for my sacrilegious sin, and say a silent prayer for the salvation of my soul. I truly start to wonder if salvation is our goal, but I would not learn to swim, not even dip my toes. Before me lies an elaborate picture of little pocket people, mocking a humble peacock for having lost its pride.

This sick society of selfish scavengers is hunted by the ghosts of dead presidents. I pray that the raging ghosts of these men be brought under my control, for they have functioned with absolute impunity for far too long. Then I can finally get me out of my way as I have truly become a nuisance to my smooth assimilation into society. And the contradictions that have shaped my personal convictions will one day conquer or be conquered, so society can be solely ruled by either my enemies or my friends.