Good morning! 1st. then specially requested but now all I have is unpleasantries (Vile), while I prep a glance in the Prophet’s Manual. Eyes are the windows to the souls. Still yet! Not everything seen, that the mind can fully understand much less remember. Search for a fine tuned cord as do piano keys, the mind’s not intumescent with heart and spirit. Still reading the instructions on the rearview mirrors? Pictures never been clearer when the dark clouds from the past filled with overcasting showers ahead. Welcome back to the “New Era”; “Roaring Twenties”: The twenty -6 years of the 20th centuries. Chicago to Los Angeles as if it’s a NBC launch. CE- AD, 2 nd millennium.
Hardship, living in reverse on or about at Baby Israel/ Samaria of[MeQ- 1926 Era-A note to me]. So long, Mama earth; so long Ephraim, no more sad songs…. So long, cause 3 dozen roses can’t last a year…… So this was life, it ain’t always bout the beer from day to day………….the soul knows it all, it knows what the temple have and when the mind’s in another place……… So cold world but yet still less warm speech…. “MeQ” does a narratives always takes the credit for the story? Mixed up agenda with passa, passa, speak of “birds of a feather”? Childish mentality, physically slow, taking life as joke! Should be happy I’m injured and disabled! Society as nothing better to do but act foolish with propaganda then expect retaliation. Ignore them then it becomes physical. Forgotten fine lines and grey areas.
“MeQ” when it’s hard enough to think about numbers from 1-10 , never the less taking it back to “MeQ”. Feelings as if, it’s high school? Barely remember memories from visions about 10 minutes ago. Sym-me practicing as an act at a circus. But the world is a bigger pie, but Jesus Christ will rise again. When the world stop turning, the wheel is closed. Propaganda and de-chararizing of character brings about shivery feelings the more I want to stay aground. It makes me disappointed to unable to pick up a cell phone to hear John’s voice to say, ” I’m sorry I can’t be able to be there for you.” “If you need anything I’m here to love you, your best friend. Exousia.”
With every step now In my life’s a chance. Finding ways to uplift but every step’s a escalator, going backwards. Digging for words hit the dirt but yet still, still digging. Akov©o`xoipoc, overheard Native American Spirits tambourine; scientist next great break through. Crying lines, “MeQ”- a note to me. Life’s thought me something to babble about. Then suddenly one day earth may ask me to leave cause life gave me an impossible task. On bending knees, praying to wash away my sin; like a slap from God but it’s safer to have faith. As if it’s a classic talkshow last word, goodnight!*Exousia*
