The first sentence is the threshold of prophecy. When there comes a day when its time to write it down, everything that is inside a matrix file system of dilated of cells must be counted and recounted. So it is a creation of true cleansing and utter exhaustion. Let us begin the story of Mild and White. This is a tale about the amplification of humanity. I hope that it makes you ache for reality and crave the fantasy! The people are restless. The trail is bright. A path of concrete and dust and on the edge a green as comforting as a hot beverage on a cold day! It is time to mention the buzz trippers by name. IT is time already! Novel the everyday super stars that keep us going. So, let’s just keep it moving until we can no longer.
Butterflies are temporary life-forms, gentile as the whiskers of a feline. We are but inklings of a memory of a shadow of no doubt! I am only the storyteller in this urban realm of possibilities. I can, by no means, wreck your world. I am only a girl! You call to the skies and you pray for the ease of untruth and I am here to blow that bullshit off! These are mearly the implosions of honesty that everyone fears.
Unrap the hipness factor and transcend into your happy place. Take a pipe and light a fire, drink a bottle of red wine and snuggle next to kitty. It’s story time!
Why must we get so bogged down by the wait. Why can’t you just sit there and enjoy the traffic jam. Let the traffic jam be your jam session. Feel the music to its solid core and let yourself go! It’s a time to turn up your stereo. It’s the perfect time to stare off into space and dream about the tiny desires. It’s time to comprehend the insignificance of time. Let us think about the rocks and let us refrain from impatience. We are born to wait. Then by the time, we forge thru the turnstyles, we are
so excited! . Keep a melody in your heart, because on a platform of dialectics it is hectic!