10/31/13

The Knowers

.a self imposed exile.desertion and neglect.the taste of death will be sweet always.it will mean time is done.the eternal soul does not consider time and our bodies will not age.pain will be extinct.our words will live too.it is written.now, the cloud captures it all.covers the globe.word, word, word to yer mutha.pity the fools, but stop there.the fools of this world are the wise.the knowers.its the word man.

Our Party

The local scene is the epicenter of the edge of the thing.  My county over country approach is now active and in constant alert status.  To ...