Friday, May 6, 2011
Traversing the universe, i brought my purse . Collecting thoughts, and red-hots . Ipressed play, into the next universe . Time became an erb, not a man named herb . I got off the bus at the next dimension, but it was not worth mentioning . So, i didn't . It seemed strange, like reverse flange . Thete was a door, so i took it, shook it, became a floor . I was olten running into doors, and i like that . Change, not the kind you get at the bank . Jehovah leads me, and feeds me, never to the sharks . He always leads me, and feeds me . And i lead people to him . Will they respond ? Exit the pond ? Who knows, i don't . Just a winess, not a judge .
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