The argument the excuse, the abuse the warried continual pummeling of the public’s perspective. Reluctant to share with those who have fire in their hair and wish that ever little fairy tale would lead to poisoned red apple despair into slumber from which there is no waking. Tattled, battled, rattled and throttled those remaining esteem have quit the team to go and stare upon pine growing in the burning highlands. You know the place where the tree hugger’s go now to set fires to convince people we need more trees then people and that if a man simply gives everything he owns to the wealthy that they will solve all the world’s problems by 2030.

Whence you came we found more of the same and no one who would consider taking the blame for bad planning and even worse reaction. See’s theirs faction and then their oligarchy and once you’ve got a cool billion then it don’t matter to which terrorist group you belong become someone will find you worth promoting to prime minister. Daring to care with a certain flair for debonair filling the air with the ripe words and deeper impact equivalent to impact left by the asteroid that will either destroy the planet or replenish the resources of the Bolivian Jungle. A new antifungal finds its way into the hearts and clinical trials of some Boston precinct only to be sequestered away for some later day with nothing to say but it worked every time for the purpose it was not intended, so we pretended we didn’t see what could not be seen as everyone at NIH with any bean determined it would only make the public too healthy, wealthy and wise.

Fighting a rhinosaurus with head butts is the most rapid method of making kings in to Tutt’s when they whisper their why and their what’s. I shall not fight the police with screams nor tell a clinical scientist my dreams for that removes you rights for he deems being insane in your sleep how power doth creep from the madman into academy schemes. Taking a rocket to space is better than meeting the problems face to face and trillionaires have to find better ways to apply their wares since few seem to absorb the requisite scares of garden patch hares as the siren continually blares run and hide. The chasm is too wide for US to confide with the preacher’s who’ve signed on with satan. See this day is for Him nor Bob, Henry or Jim and we must get about the reason he sent US. Get back on the bus with little relative fuss there is little margin for error when arguing with giants. We the defiant’s fell from love not above but below the one’s claiming to run the show, but we all know it’s impossible to fall from the Love of heaven when you are found weeping having traversed the dusty caves from the midst of the fiery furnace of Earth’s Birthing.