Babbles

When I run from nothing nothing sways for sweeping sweeping endless never days of hour glasses ocean waves are slaves to moons and moods and blades.

Bobbles

See world through dragon lens with unmoving cinematic ecstasy within persons afoot and warriors within us all are impervious and sanctified though they never tried enough for self rules of righteous amazing areas of flow and personal justice amongst thieves souls spring through and away from it all and into a bottomless abyss of my ability of faithless envisioning and crys where it kills and engines roar and purr and cry with tainted metal eyes storms brew beer and deer kill men with souls full of crying bleeding hearts within ken and when it all comes to them to see and there part of me then time will stop for minutes after ten and fifteen hours after pastors cry with ammunition flying by.