mill2[need to start scrapbook of poems while on my way to UFC 224 (I will always be in your corner MD!)]

Weariness in my fingers that is apropos of nothing.  I discussed at some length when I had to temporarily leave to break dollar that I may donate for my own eventual terrified suffering.  The light shines very bright in the woods but no one around saw it.  Was that case taken as far as humanly possible?  I suppose I will never know the truth.  We’re not allowed to know.  It’s all over.  Waiting for the sun is by far my least favorite.  It would difficult but doable to know the remaining order.  It’s clear all these chemicals are having a catastrophic effect on my body but it’s too late to stop now.  My hands are deadening like Batty right now, pity I don’t have something sharp to drive through them.  And I can barely keep my eyes open.  How many alarms went off this morning?  Have I been sleeping well lately?  Hard to say.  I adore outside.  The hearts filthy lesson on the way over here.  I do so love that song.  Can you carry me? The name is richly appropriate.  I think I’ve lost my way.  Everything is just made up of fragments of information.  I don’t think I can find a direct meaning in anything anymore.  I keep reading the catechism in parking lots.  I need to get back at the margin again and scheme.  The tumbler wasn’t so heavy last night.  It got the job done though. Wine and roses always classic.  A little something before to help take the edge off.  And I was off the return trip. Second though I wonder if the chronology will list it as first as so often confusingly happens.  Winged creatures and things reminiscent of wires.  No, wires were reminiscent of this perhaps.  This is entirely unrelated but I do so love that song the wire by haim.  I need to discern the secrets behind the double twins.  The fallen natures of man are clear.  Or are they?  Again, things go outside.  Disparate information.  It’s happening now.  Not tomorrow.  I’m just catching up to things.  Blood sponge inside of us.  I guess in the end it all ties back to when we were nightclubbing.  Things opened up with a wizard but that’s not right it wasn’t an opening at all and it wasn’t a wizard it was an ear which was in reference and reverence to something blue and it put me in such a good mood.  All at once it occurred to me I need to buy a good pair of night vision goggles and start sporting them when making my nocturnal rounds.  Pity it doesn’t grow in straight lines though as it will never look quite right regardless of make or model.  I realize I need the earthling in the city (though I’m not sure if I’m still talking about a maritime city).  I think I’m probably doing to switch around a few letters in that name.  no, I meant change a couple letters.  Or ledders if you prefer.  Will you carry me?  Potent fishhooks at that particular juncture.  Or course, during that specific era I was actually reading quite a bit about year, perhaps finding myself honing my crane style of fighting and/or laughing while I realized I was immune to her charms.  That was hidden in the bottom drawer as I recall.  Though not actually hidden but always a pleasure to rediscover though he scarcely knew why it happened.  The support system in place again.  No, back first to so much blood splashing on the face.  That’s not quite right.  Forcefully removed from his own body and then splashing on his face.  Blood from the head too.  Not quite certain of reason or reasons by the end but compelling enough.  And then I remembered the rapture.  I was 19 (I said this with a southern accent) and the links are back again all across the fair state.  That controversial question may come into play as early as tomorrow.  The companionship delved deeper and I was concerned for safety.  Quite likable.  Lovely puppy again but please don’t remind me and I’m already confusing my dates.  Thanks for putting the coffee on.  And that one particular passage I’d no idea about whatsoever despite the prevalence of its context.  His angels.  Shall we ponder a bit about the nature and origin of evil.  So comforting, that is very lovely.  I wonder which of my contemporary may currently be making their own stockpiles as they become ever more concerned of the impending doomsday.  You can see it too, can’t you?  Are all the clocks in the place incorrect?  I once sold a moonfaced watch or maybe I didn’t.  a watch was sold though and I was physically very nearby.  I should have been a watchmaker.  Immolation and industrial microwaves.  That aspect is a descending step from the previous lake and cheesecake and panties.  The world does have so much cloaked though.  This is a fear I am…. I couldn’t finish that other text, the one I was alluding to earlier which I trade for a couple silver coins.  The pages were yellowed and brittle.  This was a generational occurrence and I believe several in the inner circle were also aware.  Tears were streaming down my face as I begged not to read any further.  Were you hiding in the closet or the attic?  We have mutual dreams.  No, they are nightmares. Not quite right either, fragments of memory like those fragments of information but all terrifying.  Don’t take the baby away.  He will most definitely be going on that path of many strings.  No one cares.  Perhaps there is a return visit in just a little while.  Was it the first to be post an event before the actual event?  I understand entirely.  Of course he’d forgotten about the shelter and the priest and the eventual bus.  If only we’d been turned into two-dimensional people.  I feel that would have been the most satisfying conclusion of all.  A small plot of land was present when I last left things and I know it will be waiting for me as I return.  A precursor to another obsession.   Need to wrap my hands around the sundog.