The joy of Skyrock... the social network of the people.
Try it :-) Still beats facebook if you want sex-appeal and Love like fresh protons in Copy-Paste Poetry form for the Masses.
For this dude is a rare kind of animal... he PAYS for living, yet no tax or permit to show your pervert schwanz and not your face... that's rude like no respect, no fences in Cyberia as he offends unsuspecting glanzes... Jock shock therapy... no thanx.
I'm on that... and I got the
cheese in my head to go ahead... I'm soaring higher than I... Killed my ego, and got the hope... Infinite
in Will/Way... I am a Mighty Troll Model, a mind bomb, Gasket Derringer
fires with the pedal to the metal, May it be the rolllllll of Thunder,
Criminal acts made acceptable by false logics, control like a mind bug that spread through our inner worlds, viral tainting our thoughts, formating our very perception, leading us to obediance... ego and fear make it hard to Think Freely the world we choose to live in... it's time we place principles in front of personalities, learn and teach the ways of emulation, cooperation and free PLAY! Take back our power over our lives, use the judgment that suppose to come with being an 'adult', 'sane' 'individual'... Find the kind of vivid, enduring imagination that comes with being a 'great' person and we shall scout our to safe grounds and real dignity....We will be okay. We are creators if we choose, users if we use but loosers if we don't.
Pray for the chickenz, the zombiez and the innocent victimz all them slaves by inequity or exclusion, may they see, that we were robbed blind, LET THEM SEE. Born into this under Discordian rules, ooohhh Eris, keep your golden apple for the tree of life at the XXX was planted, mind fields filled with our mines, our smart bombs, soon we'll seed Eden in the new dawn, Sacred Art to conscience a show of true innocence,
Truth is a sensation when you is a seeker, turn it on, feel the revelation that river runs deep in the valley where we gather,
Acuminati here we be, outa the seether that shone
Like burnished gold
Children of our time, in Legions
There is a space, before you're told
There is a Will/Way outside of fear
Look in Look out LOOK UP LOVE AWAY
Great ships, Vessels carved in flesh, carriers of soul...
Sacred spice of another space, a kind, a race with
The myth right down to the roots, get back your blood
Your Mother Earth... Fixers and Fighters like you man.
Just human on hurt... like all of us
Cold frozen left helpless and wondering WHY?
Like all of us.
Friends of a Friend with the Kind of Might that makes it all work out in the end. We win Armageddon, it is said and done. Sweet Deal.
Just say yes,
Deed. do dat do done done did did do dat Deed for Good.
houssi833 - Samedi 15 septembre 2012 00:23
GasketDerringer - Samedi 15 septembre 2012 00:24
