Still Missing

"You can use periods of dismay to collect data - about yourself...about others." ~ [32]

That is a response you're familiar with, right?

"Pull the carpet out," said He.

And in the heat of the night, errr....the moment, the carpet slid briskly out from under the entire fucking table. The order flew lengthwise, but it hit the perpetrator flushly. Inside my helmet I see calm seas. The rage and pain administration comes later. The king doesn't come out for long. In my life I'll try to live this out the way He'd have it. The only way the skyway. Fishin' marlin boat just missed him in a slo-mo fish hook submarine panorama. From all angles, from all sides, we caught it, we got the shot.

Jaw clench tackle lean-back, muscles to the brink, flush-faced even for such a dark-skinned man. The release. Exhales the stories and memories of that bullshit life sentenced hellboat. He advocates the underbite in these times, and he told my dad so much. He smiled politely - and thought of it in terms of himself. WCBS FM 101.1. Gidiyap! Let's go and never stop. On the corner flower store my uncle pulled away when he saw the black plastic artillery armor, but the legend - he approached with a double-barrel.

Root out the evil man, the big man! The big man! The pride of Kings County, the victor of all that is holy and sacred on the boulevard. See it in the window and the lights...they fall into my eyes. Into the fire. Into the copper-rimmed pots and pans of the bright-brick pastels in the Cuban kitchen in my Dream Bubble ®.