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Creative writing class, someday soon. I was wondering, what's the penalty for paying homage to the rankled old stars who have felt the backbite of losing it before the discovery of credit? Can you adjust the monikers of smiles in accordance with trying to control your fate? Here and there people all around us try to claim understanding and intention upon the reasons we send letters. I can't, and at the same time will always look for Ann, wouldn't you? Is it so very difficult to understand the same stories are retold in simplicity with no forgiveness for editing and banning the story at the expense of hubris? One look at the sports page of today in Seattle in our major news papers. and you can see two very distinct versions of the same refrain; that being all or nothing. The crime of receivership should not, in my opinion be hoarding the creative shuttlecock of the net, but keep the aim and intent of the spirit of shot. This leaves all of us in the line of sight and sound which in the course of time are both subject and extantly needed to truly aim balance. Call the line judge a fake and you may or may not hear the booing of the crowd as some swoon with blissfull amazement in the throes of the tide; and there in lies the rub. Dear man brandishing your sword, I have no other excuse to offer you but the clear truth that I have listened to the same story long enough to offer the adaptation as rule of the King, and in his castle. his word is law. I know all the freight trains of desire in my head better than you, and therefore do not see my blood on your tracks; why then do you insist I have come to decimate the moat? Sing with the lilting larks in the twighlight and pinebox your own lining in lead buckets of strength lifting pitch here if you must, yet remember that I have polished the paragraph at the will of my own destruction, and therefore cannot be cast into your lake of fire without the consent of the court, for in their eyes lay the true ascent of royalty,and the benevolence of her ladyship and his emminance. I have pictured the sound for the long seasons of understanding and upon my deathbed my children shall judge me and cast me in the glory of life or the wandering of your own follies, and again I have already been free of the chains that bind and hear the call of the return of passion and soul calling to soul. Fool if you can the hidden trial for your hesitation though I recommend forbidden fruit only in the most dire consequences; that being when your soul is ready for the scythe, as death always knows the moment your heart fails yet has no power over the spark of of life in ingition. The old laws of gravity have been proven remarkable levers for the transfigurement of bullshit into blood, as a pigs hoof can only be puzzled after many days of dark chuckling in laughter. Here endeth the mock. If you here that I have been unfaithful to my intent of chastity in the lands Peter Gabriel, check your baggage at the door. I have only come in peace to add my skill at lyrics in composition, as no man or women has yet dealt the heart of the unborn. :-] =