vertigo from below

Will happens to the best of us. What happened to you was almost vertigo from below. Keep writing the receipt before I throw you through the window, straight into the meter. Parking is not a problem unless the holidays are dive bombing. It is time to Celebrate a long awaited chance at redemption and healing without sliding off the cliff. You can understand it is my best intention to attenuate an inclination for justice with a capital J. We can NOT let them off, set a precedent for human torture, at least have to have to be pardoned to walk. Forced retirement is none-too-soon for the spoiled prince of ignorance. Adjust for the system failure deletion of the emails, the firing of the integrities, a politicized knockout punch, and tyrannical blunders we just weep to even grasp. Floating down the street are soulfully assassinated DNA looking up without contact.

The parallel dimension is right next to your toes, where you would have stepped on the tack had you made a different choice of posture. Coming oh so close, yet completely unaware of the countless replications of this dimensions and galaxies, folding into bulk space. The untraveled distance a yarn for funding of rock analysis and moisture measurements, and original landscapes that make us draw breath quicker with the heart. It bends not our minds, but our capacity, capability to succeed in the exploration for truth, often buried by corporate greed, and scandalous scathing stories from those expecting instant gratification like a pop-tarts or automatic weapons in crates. I’ll take neither nor a life without a gun, a lawyer or a wife, but just to count on rights trampled all too frequently, while crushing icons to make them living martyrs fighting harder for serious purpose from the inspiration of unnegative change. Can you believe it now, or has it not really sunk in all the way yet?