THOUGHTS FROM THE OVERGROWTH

THE BEGINNING IS NIGH

As the evening sun melted into the liquid orange glow, the more observant natives may have paused momentarily from going about their business, thinking they saw a secondary light, a vivid circle of pink pulsing brightly in the solar aura.

"Violent, darkened blood sucked lady". He crooned losing himself momentarily in the ancient Scorpion pools of his pearly black eyes. He had been thinking of her that day and essentially of his own mission upon her, soon to begin.

Hello unconscious, I can see you're lying on the floor. You're lying there quite helpless, watching the sea fly by above your head, thinking to yourself, "I'm never getting out, nothing is ever under control".

One has decided to use no force, she will spread the word abroad. While in apartments around the world, one works and loves and plays, unheard.