Town of crops we call this pad full of wonderful activities. Beautiful people roam in their tight suits loving the game of poga. Your poga is faster and more productive, does it go crazy as it travels on the ground, like a pair of testicles swaying back and forth. You have the pleasures needed to accomplish what you really want, but do you really want it ?
Where does it begin? I wanted to be something more, but for some reason I messed it up. But you rubbed it in to the point where nothing went right, but was it really that bad? Do punishments go from me to you like a translucent oblivion waiting for an overwhelming factor to take place? Do your slaves feed off of your opinions, hoping to be something more? I think not! I know of know creature living your system becoming something more. So does that make you the best? Simply, no!
It`s the point that you cannot do it. You are nothing and never will be. Your slaves feed off of you hoping to become "something more," but will they ever live it? Do you really feel you make things better? You`re better off dead! You are polluting the occupants of much more. Do you want to call him by name of what he prefers, or simply what you prefer? And I ask why? Why such power in your hand? What have you done to be titled "King." Your crew cannot function supposedly without you, but does it really matter what they can do? Have they ever tried without you? Victory flows through the minds of those deserving, none to the simplicity of your mistakes.
Doth sexual pleasure need to be in place to "become something more." The other children may be well on their way, but this child is roaming the Earth in search of his, an Earth in which no one cares. I needed help, did you care? Did you know what was wrong with me? Have you ever had a discussion with the one who will haunt you to the point of submission. Pay-back to the ones whom kill, because I make alive. Alive with the two hands that should have been "something more."
April 17, 2006