D2517 January 2008 at 3:00amPosts: 103 (0 today)Status: offline
I wrote a song once.
It is called The Devil's Henchmen.
I thought I was dreaming out of body, high in the mind of someone else.
Now as a friend said to me a long time ago.
" The hits just keep coming."
I'm listening to Radiohead. "I seen it coming!" shouts Thom.
I swear to you this is trus.
This is not fiction.
In highschool, Mariner High, in Mukilteo Washington. I trained for six weeks with Mr. Beaunuax. Preperation to ground school.
A Piper Twin Turbo. out of Boeing Field, Seattle.
The hood. so you can't see the horizon and learn to watch the instruments and not drop like a stone into the ground.
I remember that and shooting up through the clouds and into the bright sunlight.
Peter, is that what you meant by bringing 'your blue skies back?'
I was listening to Bob Dylan Time Out of Mind.
and then wandered into the aviation book room and pick a book off the shelf.
It is signed by Roger Peperell. # 62913334 P 6611P 2006.
The history of Piper. They're production lines and everything printed there.
The numbers and names match my weird seeing of reversals and answer to me why. yes "WHY" I was just listening as Radiohead just sang ' I hit the bottom and escaped.'
this is not a lie or fiction.
This is led. to the the point of deep, deep seeing.
.especially the end of the chapters.the names the numbers and the mystery of the seperations.
# 22- Kit,Home Built,Conversion.
I'm telling you. this can never happen again.
I don't know the details.
We had Pearl Harbor.
and the lists go on and on and on and on.
I thought you had it in you.
I think you want to see my notes.
"You are not to blame phone.
Dare not speak it's name
Daddy came here to own you.
because we seperated ripples are relections."
darksome21 January 2008 at 12:02pmPosts: 3 (0 today)Status: offline