Digging For Fire July 9 2000006

The over pass was getting hot and under my fingers the wheels softened.
Rocks might melt one deay my dear, said the old women to me. She had a big shovel.

Little pixies in the woods feed my satiation and whet their toes in the damp dew of the lilyfrost. Because of me we are all going to be home soon. Because of me she has the best lumber under this neck of the tires. Teepee Motorroute frequently walking on stilted legs of terrific girth. Megawhonow? Because my dog bites and barks free. She has the strongest arms of any woman to hold me, in. Levitate. Ash particles of carbon newspaper read me the headlines of the day as they float down out of the black summer day sky. My shift. My shirt in papers. I read the fashion section on a scrap of uncharred B7

Holy is his name. We shall leave this organ to '86. Deeply. Forevermore. My last little blue book gre up in a woods before it all was there. The nuclear bombs were all that they had to worry t'bout back then? So lucky for the simple things. How I wish it were again. We will be together soon.

Move swiftly. My security costs are skyrocketing in the wake of the salt lake city 2010 riots. We co-ordinated them with our coterie in order to have them be everywhere at once. That is, in the year 2010, we done organised a riot in every past and future olympic city sports venue. This is why the septnembrer levnenth ballooning projections for cost of perimeter enforcements. Send 'em in. My lefty was loosey. I was digging for fire under the earth. There is still yet only one lady in the canadian armed forced fighterjet patrol but equality is coming yet and finally the govt is putting the money where the mouth is be more too. Be a fireman in the woods of desert. A green camouflaged fireman builds the new day for us.

So what if i think your soil is too acidic from growing up in the cedar. My latin si'nsit so t'good anywayz. Me say; for them. Surely, I say. If you wanty too?

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