Order of life 4/2007

I feel like a brownie being consumed by you. Call me, “sweetie, love, doll.” I feel entertained but nothing is gained at all. Well, who am I to say, “Life is great!” because things just keeps ah-crashing down, but no frown is seen upon my face because I know it’s not our place its our perception whether to be that down and out or a happy high. So I took that bitches ‘bottle of inspiration,’ SLAM! Good-bye to a gloomy cloudy day. Saved a life and threw a cigarette away, but the ‘smoke puma’ was arising and the reality of both our worlds started colliding. I began to see the negativity that rots in the hearts of individuality and things just kept ah-crashing down. Down to the earth like the forty demonic doves that blind us with the lustful love that’s worth a penny or less. Blessing us with sin but shunning us from rest. The bible speaks of equations but we must do the test and honestly, I don’t know the many formulas that may someday help me to realize that we are just in a wonder world, hypnotized! Tantalized by our own civilized mindset, of which has distorted from its original silhouette. Now it is time my child to break wild into your natural, innate being and start seeing through your cultural eye. Take in life’s simplicities; put your mind at ease, its peace. So please, don’t disturb with your critical ways, focused on negativity and games played, wake-up and do it ah-gaine, I’m going insane! Milkshakes in the yard and meatball is dancing like a happy retard, but the flavor is sweet unlike the yangs’ salty, sour stench that makes your jaw clench and teeth grind, pulling you backwards in rewind. 3-2-1, CONCIOUSNESS! Were back to reality but m&m doesn’t catch the gravity behind what were seeing, believing and being, the me or you that chooses to drink the booze or smoke the Jane. Win or lose it’s all the same when were living that “four-letter-worded” game, that has created an understatement. It’s me, because I don’t necessarily follow what it is you theorize. Perhaps if we legalize the 70’s D.O.C. we could be on the same connectory cables, rebuke all the irrational labels. We can combine psychiatric sensations in reminiscent conversations or just “get lost.” As for today’s forecast, Mz.Jane remains in the holocaust. So I continue to inhale the governments’ sticks of exhaust and lose myself in train of thought. So I guess you didn’t gain the attention sought, because I am a narcissist I don’t need your sympathy, I’m too proud and I love being Mz.Me! In an imaginary wonder world of my very own, stoned inside of my mind, playing like video only in rewind. Bringing back in times the good ol’ times of tequila and limes on a hot summer day, just wishing things didn’t change and things were the same again, like way back when birthday parties were the neighborhood bash and cash seemed less value than finding a four-leaf clover. Don’t cha’ just wish we could all start over?