30 November 2015

eyes wide shut - the prey

that and this the same word, for a waking reminder, lost in the minutia, next, a golden parachute, to remember, the one of the how'd you know, its a little i play this place the loss, the words are typing myself again, you see, i'd priveledge at tht time again the the the, well and well, sometimes this place is death, not for the public the king is always on private land, mischeif, missing xefe, the gluttonous place this weakest place, a flash of madness two worlds one, winning a grave, who be sure it saves the serfes another cure, curil, peculiarity, this is name, my skin i cannot escape, and the daylight never comes, that this deluge descriptive from lecture, to be an end of ever listing in the more, everywhere could be the brimming and unbridles led fire, unsidled rapture soon to make for sail, throw me at the moon my skin's aflight, never not so negated, shredding solo fire bending timber below, i have seen the dead walk across a burning bridge that burdening by the buckle s wretch, guess the tarrif now the sherrif lures the anon this blithe thirst i look into a memory burning like such, a phantom witch, and i still have no hunger, i don't know my name, there are gods i stare my veins unfurling dark harmonies unheard for opoipoisonous roses, a river of blood, i am langour to the splendor of satient mind, this pain sublime is my conversion me, the reflective hell of heaven's reach, are the few so any they cannot come, a fog and the warlock both cut me, and by my eyes two more worlds, the fog is a razor, the trepidation of wordless fright as i ask to hide my fray, haste and away, chaste and bloodbathing play, a new color, or an old one in the electric sight grey, ennui in exponential of paradignm save purgatory, that's it a saviours' displaced, again not as skin now color of the underworld, i beg for the last of your thoughts, we will find who did this, but of only one eyes, and the slightest damnedest, damnd'st really, quickly, my own blood i taste as a rite, those things of initiation placation driven back, broughteth fore, too much a dream as the madness and the memory and the plans of mortality brace for a fog of all the senses turned against the model fences of the fragile brittle mind, so the slaughter can soon find, the theif of life is inadequate to describe my maker, yes, the hell mouth is a creature for dele, no, deletrocious, any part of any parts from scene, a witch stands in the woods hypnotized electrified in hex of absentia, over fangs the deranged spell incantation, supplication that words out are breath inward foreward kindred creature, the lights too bright the days too trite and still loss cannot know the finish in the terminal craze that many follow, like the dream of wars survived by one, i stand among the many silent things that grew in the season anterior, now superior the bloodthirst dancing with the dirt, reaching into the world now my own, the cold mist cuts thru my skioul, scowling down and breaking free a feed of mixture toll and crumbling empires will die from within as the forever sees to own, each molecule of the mist to spy like rain, and the pain were not from having met adversity, they are trees, leave them behind your conquest, time is sand you will over tower each step the stones crossing your path followyou for steps of the empires that crumble in the distance, would you not, and i am dry, like the never before, compared to measuring infinite punishment to the treason of the season of the witch, the neck seems so familiar, i cannot touch but i must dance alone, bright is lesser for the mess of pressure i guess, dresses wounds and dance in the battle slaghter the cattle and rhyme and reason fiend and send, the skin glows, the moon in my mind to tell you seems to fit the thoughts of soldiers died and gone trying so a lying mesure fills that this will creates in the distance, now the hunger outright speaks to me, the predator and pry share a dream it mayhaps glows and gleansms and seems, i see there oh shallit is clean that i cannot fake this hunger when so many cannot this taste the life of ashes and stone, rock, the white is all the eye, like a prisoner of an inkwell having oil in his mouth, the warmth of the doubt understanding, screaming demanding, echo away, singing like a ringing note and i dote on the bwitched self, selfless, selled selflessly, oft are the stares redoubts of doubt, wrapped by the inner sould, this id this displaced child of logic in freedom that intelligence naughts, sinking feeling able to let the earth rise around me, beauty, dismissed by all the busy that cannot lead nro folow nor fret like gatherers in a storm comon, the laught incommun, the many ways to murder something in your way these days, this colony many given take, soemthing always anyways, a response by the two they share their thoughts a pensivevity, profound pressure, just to serve them like a fountain to drink between the nnext forest of the souls, a wake of a new vampire to fall in love with the demon witch in themorning that she frees from silence and blind stare, not blaming measaure on the meetingplace hearts ablaze, nor i if she seduced the vampire or made my soul thirst for hers, would you consume yourself, what, like a dream of standing thru an autumn in its full and fall, you have indeed, wake her and she must breathe her legs anguished and you must carry her, but you see i cannot, drink her by the heart itself, or so else also asunder so seems alseparate cannot, take her up, in either way you can, the day will heal her, but you cannot, i can, you have your own blood to thank for the day survival, but that is god's scary but satisfactory humor, you are, dying, that brings you to your choice, there is not a drop that can stop you from the madness of the vampire, layers of insanity beseech thyself, i can move an so should you, take the witch or which to take, buthe one drop will give you an unending rage of craziness, madness malaise, either way she will praise, that's my fate is to be a droughted poisoned vine or consume for time, if the madness does break you it will soon forsake you, there is a the only other way unseen, the trap of yours is the same, and blood by gain the vision of darkness parting with your carcass for her starving languid starkness or you both shall fall today, and when the fog departs us i shall tell her you once had much to say, the mist of magic forces cut endlessly like every of the falling starrs like knives in the fog

19 November 2015

ews - spider witch

formless i am deathless, i go in the way of all modes, the mirroring of words like social justice, and hate for all, that i might never tell a joke again, an acrid taste in my mouth, that i left to remain and i remain to leave, leaving the glass figurine spotlight with a horrid feeling and desparate to do it again, what happened to him, he doesn't take rejection well, before each thought i am lost, my eart races and i know i have won, that i am introverted in the deep mask of space, i think the wind blows the stadows thru the trees, branchless aching no separation torrent of ovidarestltly, something misspelled, the keys ahead of hell, the maze the part of juncture swells the walls alive, too much for now to clear my head, that acrid taste again, a rivulet of light in the otherwise blinding thru the trees, it is night and it is day, this we are all i know, not for nothing, the way that skin itches, i push away the line of the breese of the tree dweller, how was this place, there are no stars and i look to the windows like bored and untoward and needn't so, gather the others we hunt ourselves, they, like them to be so truant, objectivity, all things the ways i feel to follow the sound of the individuality lost like sordid surprise torpor languishing distorder of the mind, so boring, innefectual, shall i tell a joke and then invade the next, another hamlet would only be a subject of feeding, yes?, this place now within your own , simpler things i supposedlyricalitativeituidishlyndricalitrificablition, not as fun as it seems for the sake of a tiny spider on a string, not day, that feeling again where the venom of the moon poisons, werewolves packnest within these and are never withdrawn form the tear, a lucid dream, the night burning reason and stomach organ met for the drinding profession, a monkey on a barrel with a box and you hope to serenade my children, fire from the wings of the true valkyries, the ones that bring the breeze, it is cdorrectlyk, and a thousandeus spiders of a thousand more unleshed by the witch, arid sky, the langour and miles, fit for the trees to have branches so high without leaves, little needles for webs to lay liying lace and traces of primordial medieval, to trifle with the spirits, to live agin, this hidden language that the world so fearful, have been saying to that said, i, i twist my neck and wound and bopund like a fiiddler with malaise and spare change in the bed of the tomb, exactly perhaps is quite the trance, passion glides a thousand travvelers not a storm not a swarm but the breeze of spiinniinngg lines from the pines straight as rain and dry as pain, the moments betray me, curses on the rains, a heated passion sings from the skin, my veins decay, i should have asked more questions of the moon, luna moon and fancy swoon the magic fantasy retrace, enlace me by the hundreds of bones to mend like drying grass in autumns nameday replace my fears with toxic delussions, faced by confronting waste, i hear your insults from the woven gloom sir elder tackling glittering bored and bridled winds a-sidled, there is more for strands to come, the blood enters the walls of rot and dismay missedplaced betray, have done or did, the waste that has wrought or the wrest that has wrung, ink or putrefaccion and the last terminus accion acclaimed and breeze alloof, heard of burden's proof a little smoke of rising, like demons or enterprising by the witches and their war, by the sickness wanting moor, by pledging feast ten thousand more, i am a skelten lost so there must not be depraved as the dragons bind my conciounce and the werewolves would soon rave i am to dy unwilling like sun would lose the day, break the bonds the forest storms the rain, sacred is the pain of poison envoy of the death romance my venom will i cast into thee by the torrid bite of rage, by this i must tell in secret, i previewed the view of living will I served it tall in flames, for this under my skin recurring could not to lose my shadow deraming while i burned my skin again, brightly burning hashing ashes breathing bright thes corpse of same, her armor hard and deathly blackeed bu this time once more again, remember how the dying living can inside a dream reamain, had i won or was i woven in the nightmare all the same, like this i watched the scars of vision play my efforts for a name in this tell is thine, or was i poisoned in the end.

07 November 2015

eyes wide shut = the nightmare blade

i suppose while i've got you here i can write something haute cotoure, have gotten have to get, neither on a night of misceif, i'll have the worst job if they let me, interrupted - again - yes i know where the dash is, i inventoried? make the tare to pay the loam that buy the subsidy, but the break to the menial one mights the seller if the regent would work at all, ive no right to ask you this, but will you left, looking for cooperation in the resistance, it'll take some time to purge their thoughts, that i could not take the translation if the sourcecode was indecipherable and the composite translator did not capture memories leaks, it connat be done starting with holes and ending with tools, that'more akin to eating grass, a stretch of the phy psyche, punk techno, industrial new wave, thre was the nether gate to cross the days lost and then I saw these people, not to blame this here, there, the newsie, not the activist, the vengeful anchor, we were all critics now, we will be then, to abrupt methinks of this, and that lo sighting ravaged thing, lĂ©nfant sauvage, peeking at twenty feet a ten px thru my eyelashes over a glow and a focus i could see, i saw? the cursor at the right place cursory, but not this time, taste the flesh this way, poetry of pasture to be someting ridiculed, you do not know what you did, no time without measuring and wandering looking for you, saw that perfect , thought me well in both ways, the thing unsaid things, the thing said  tu unsaid things, maychance one more, the loneliness on this without voice, i sound like cheif master when in control, then lost this is that a singing voice thereby, with to for, typing sake, i have not, say halo sing the ring it seem so like it should be it like, things necessary that the sedentary break for monastary casualty as the price to breath this tragedy is the place of being not, if de course you could, and told me i could be a king, it's the exlacl exclamantation that come thru, and i suppose i've ruined those now too, for me its thoughts, that come thru so clear, the same vernaculars, a person thinks as fast as they read, so you all think too slow in so much as then as compression, a first in a long line of thoughts i guess it could be said, yes my eyes are closed again, that only in deep thougths the long sentences can on ocassion, that can be plain mentalist guesses, get sea gold, and others plethora, analytical, bored, never so afore it, this was to clear my thoughts, and so it may again, has not it seems, and this is where they are, feel my honest i can t even, wherenever none to believe, and none to prove no one can focus, i listen to a round table of a thousand souls and the difference is , is that, that, i heard a translation the other day and i'm rethinking my entire life, for the experts, three encrypted, and their three cleartext, that is the plural of itself is itself, i have gluttony myself to pointedly,  it sorrows me the things that call themselves men, can we rightfully say "them"selves, by overlooking itself, enoughts about my mind when there are bones to save and blue fangs in the moon, carving a wolf, wolves to see into a fallen tree, the ravens are fallen totem, our tallest broken, a vmpire drinks water from a serene river called the mirror road with the palm of is own hand, the autumn mage purns a leaf by her palm of hand, the red band long strand of flicker and dither not stands to dalliant stance the qucik romance to which it lends its name, fire of sage te forces four, or five, or three, coven six and warriors three and good were half of eleventeen, into the trees themselves, as long as the instrument did not fold to carriage old the right length of channel to ben the canvas to its mend, but whispers of the beast beneath blue starlit heaven night and firght of ages dense the righteous whence the breeze, and morning apace the lightest grace of seven days, stalker of the leaves, harvester to reaves, voices in the ligtest dawn that falls upon the wasting day, and soon dismay the sight of burn-ed house that island weigh of tears let ghost, his yes began to dry in the sigound of thoughts., touched by the brightness soon the silence in the likeness of the treachury dismayed, are these devils in the mischief or just rebels here to sstay, a boy walks the wicked forest and a wolf is laid, time has no sharper blade, cravings under wonderous lands have put themn at the snd, gathers one witch one when fighting two as half are foe and half was friend, conjoined by race against the wind, double of that long the tracks where both are met by traitors'racks and fire set a fifth alapse and join they at the pagan lapse of judgement they call society, then a lap of thunder and the rain she falls asunder on the fires of leaves and the wolves of trees, a dark nest of branches surround the boy and the canopy calls into the air to call him raven, i made myself like the name but soon the book became the game, a ganger to himself and others like a misery beneath the covers of the finer things in life like tyranny and strife that i meant a life with hunters, had you a better die the higher would be numbers, that doesnt even rhyme, i know, it's scene change, and now the castle rumbles at the spot of time and stone and thunder, a voice bemoans the lessers that rakes and wanders, like a case neneath the grass that will climb the least of last, another insight in the land of others if i were to have my druthers if the line were soon asunder in the dark and dreaery common clearly lights and things of gold, that obscurity would not but send a file assurity, even brak out t their homes, i left out something, ohyes, the simpler science of the undead carving their own names in stone and the dead hunter of life taking forst steps away from the river of time, it walks three hundred paces from the river's edge to find three hundred of the cemetary citizends who forgot they should be sleeping to him signs of devils peeking if to see but how he mauls thru them into the speaking of it later or the bridge of ultimatum had he run from walk or stone, but they arebrittle to the bone and do not affront him nor confront with whome are river to the road, dead to dead, hunger to hunger, labor to labor, breaking many legs he watches them crawl to nary worse fates to such accomplications of dying nations that would burn them as they crawl thruout the oak or oat, bdoes at the bridges of the dead worls of lokis hell, and soon to tell, he makes his rounds in round to such an efferot to barricade the themselves, burning one with wine potent but to spare but of a quotient to make torch and carry flames of vine, like forest fires autumn dry some catch, others damp with swamp and writh the muster of the sight would oft of midnight lights to bring rare travvelers a speech and a blood donation to not second chance travail, the wolves are pale and surly moonrise early and death is still the flesh to smell thruout the vale, the scent allures two ravens and the wolves apparent craven to meat themselves on unholy border's flesh and bone, and one by one they fght for organ meat of the living each other tainted takeing and the unhexed dogs the giving that their pack the sooner three attackes the vampre like a tree, i was bit in the leg and the fangs were lodged, backhanding one with my own claws down slows, impatience grows, it would only be a bravery to see it fight and not remain, stepping on one and holding two only to throw at three, two trusted knives, never had they not made a sound, their blood still warm from the ground that the strength of beast resounds and i am young, and we are young lost foul treacherous witch defamed and dishonored and ill littanies of my wordsto by them mark, the taste of curse and spell of the rotting and walking with desire, soon became a bones and fire, were to would to wil to tell the fire's hell of walking hate and why did they crawl, the beasts, and another, so and still, to them ran like beasts, an d no sound, the torch rols thru the burning oil and emerges bright and into the woods a dark ride, ravens follwing hatred coloring the shadows of the cold evening and faint breeze, not a sound no sound, flames flicker and the torch rolls over itself, a burning hand burns the heart, the noise of it landing , thru the air the torn burning the roof, unto for, my own two knives into my back and i reach at my atack and throw with twist to the ground and cut out a heart, two hands burn my heart, the voices rumble tumble song of antiguado, solemnity a three see, orange, blue, red, jagged grainy crystalls of saltspin around the bruja's handi am blinded by a light un natural or unholy, a potion like bottle set afire from their burning walls takes my jaw by wave of rage conquest of power, itslef a wave to leaap a march calm faster than time to also barrel, throu to find a stoneseparate to her free hand, still afloat, three hands burn my heart and slowed am I, the wolves gnawing at the bone to find blood, the narcisistic reflection cutting the shore, what is the purpose of the carvings, i remove the blace from the heart on a pedastal and it freezes to my skin, i scream and voilently it takes the dead moisture like the queen of hell to cloister me conscrpiption were by chane my only liptian, and of fear a quickish kniptian it thaws and drops in the fell watered leaves, shards explde in my face, the warrior carves into the tree, aslip of the wrist and without blood his skin glows, by the envy the comraderie ends whence the blade is lost to the zombie cheiftess made of shade, perhaps skade, the last wolf looks at him ready to attack, the last witch looks thru the window of a burning building at him wanton to witchery things of things to come and soon undone the second crystal turns to smoke ans suffocates him, my instinct is to run when living and fight when dead and there are no thoughts in my head to discern as again the forest burns, the living watch in awesome fear that keeps them, the curious witch takes my deathblow too slowly,  and i feed on fire and veins and war, thoughts of desparatuion pure, where i was uncertain now in chaos, unable to tear at my spine with hands of tooth and claw supernatural of evil harpees, and lay to be stepped adn skull boot crushed happily after and ever, the hands three burn at my heart a torment tornadoe fomenting folly hardly drought of resistance misgivings and the tide of rage inwilling to sea or ebb controll, i am lost, the sound of my first lightning, the clouds falling thru the air for the curtain of first drink from that river, bones breaking i hear my ribs filling with the blood of my own heart that has not bet in ages in its cage of gold, the blade in hand will chosen take their work outdone by departure, i peirce the forgotton heart, the pain stops, the cauldron begons to smoke and consume flame anient thirst, the last stone lodges in my chest and begins to burn, the smile of choice and death and sexual bliss the fear was never mind and the coven magistrate, this whimpering witch of the diamon house tasted better than any have since, and broken like a twig, into the house, there is no door, the windows burn the walls clear, the fire darkness, bright skies from the ground of infinite dimensions, i remove the blade and the three witches wake and i wait to see who will be death and who will control it, that mental rage of hearts and plague gives growls and teeth like demon wolves and eyes like mine a sign to open them like sacks of wine and drink them until i get to the river

05 November 2015

McBain: Carchase

The natural foods store, gym, and steak buffet called 'Smash grab Grab'
(McBain lifting weights.)
McBain: I am heavy from lifting these impossible weights.
(Drops weights; sexy gym instructor approaches)
Mesera: Here, try our new protein and amino booster beer bread, McBain.
(Tries the bread)
McBain: It is delicious, like a very delicious beer bread by Liftko.
(a lifter, smaller than McBain)
Lifter: McBain, how did you defeat the robots in the cyber football charity challenge?
McBain: For the charity to build parks for orphans who lift weights, I defeat the robots, because I verificate them.
(A woman leans over the smoothie bar, buxom, demure in gym clothes, from across the room, shouts)
Barista: McBain, you’ve got an important call from the mayor!
McBain: Thank you, send it to the chat screen.
(The waitress slides the picture of the mayor from her tablet and the gym mirror wall becomes a video conference)
Mayor: McBain! There’s a car chase on the ONE-THOUSAND-ONE highway, you have to help me!
McBain: Of course, Mayor Nickelback – but I do it for the city. Team, assemble!
Mayor Nick Le Bach: Thank you, McBain, you’re all we have.
(The dumbbell rack at the mirror slides and gun racks rise out of the floor)
Mesera: What are you going to do, McBain?
McBain: I am to be making them sufferate, let’s roll out.
(McBain gets into the fastest street-legal car allowed. she hops into the passenger seat)
McBain: You are pretty in your boots, are you ready to kick ass?
(The tires spin, the car leaps)
Mesera: Let’s serve the piece, McBain!
(She checks her guns.)
(Joyriding terrorists, three cars, tossing grenades)
McBain: Attention terrorist customers, time to make your final death purchase.
(He punches his own window once, the whole windshield flies out and decapitates a terrorist)
Mesera: You watch the road and the grenades, McBain, I’ll shoot the terrorists.
(A blast comes close; she leans back and aims a sniper rifle, her shoulders press together, she shoots one dead; a grenade hurls toward his car, he shoots it with his pistol, also wounding one of them)
McBain: Terrorists are so garbage, we have to clear the road – because it’s trash day.
(He fires all his bullets at them determinedly, killing four; a rocket launcher peaks out of a roof)
McBain: Shoot at the top!
Mesera: Okay.
(She fires as many shots as possible, but does not hit the swerving target; the rocket fires toward them)
Mesera: McBain!
(He swerves his car; the blast launches him at the closest car; with the gatlin gun that was strapped to his back, he flies thru the air delivering a hail of bullets with him; he latches onto the back at the bullet holes, he reaches his ear-radio)
McBain: Are you okay?
(She stands and exits the fire; her shirt is torn and burned away; hair now with streaks of ash and soot)
Mesera: I’m fine, just be careful, they seem like they’re ready for the end of the world, McBain.
McBain: Don’t worry, Armageddon outta here with a-pack-a-lips, because terrorists can kiss my ass!
(only the two in the front seat; he punches the driver and takes his gun, shoots the rocket guy making the missile just barely miss, the rocket hits a man robbing an old lady, lady lives(parking meter crax open))
McBain: Public outreach program.
(they shoot at him, they hit the passenger, one car done; he climbs into the cab and drifts toward the second car, accelerating with the dead driver’s foot on the gas pedal, another rocket fires down on the car, but he leaps from the passenger door at the second car; she drives a car thru the smoke of the blast)
Mesera: Hang in there, McBain; I’m on your six.
Terrorist: Fuck you!
McBain: Right fuck, wrong you.
(McBain breaks his arm and shoots one other, then makes him shoot himself, thrown into the road she runs him over)
McBain: Caution, bump-a-head.
(She shoots the rocket person, wounding him; McBain takes the rocket launcher and runs for the third car)
McBain: Hit the third car with your car!
(He leaps and fires a rocket back at the middle car; without the momentum to get to the third he lands on the hood of her car; she holds a pistol out the window; he uses it to shoot six terrorists in the head with six shots; their car rolls off the road, when they stop he climbs off the hood of her truck; police arrive and begin to applaud)
Cop: That was great, you’re a hero!
Cop2: We owe you, man!
Mesera: Yeah, that was pretty good, McBain.
McBain: Good you hit that car with a good hit. Besides, it was time someone teach them that street warfare is like sex, if you’re not careful innocent neighbors will get hurt.
Mesera: What are you going to tell Mayor Le Bach?
McBain: Then I will tell him I’m going to a place to make babies like planned-parenthood in reverse.
(*McBain takes her in his arms, their breath and heartbeats; he carries her to the nearest ambulance)

01 November 2015

eyes wide shut - packhunter

in to the ocean, i close my eyes bound in find, to do the swimming thing, a sunset, a wranglers of nightmares, a name, not without end it was, to find the traces just that and of light of no fear greater, into the ocean, sshaped at the thing that traces the world and lines the lands, dthat i would turn away from the light, this ragedy anchor matches the pale light, a floor this i see now, its never the same in a watery coffin, that i would need sleep to rest, turn the moonlight sand, i was not a normal man, dragging the body to the ocean, into the ocean there are gears already in motion for a machine of revolution, the dancing horizon of of white waves and dark secrets in the day, the pressure confounds me, like the tide of the oppressor andthe dust of castles; let us make the shell, sharp and sturdy, broken by careful pestle makers must not touch the poison debris, float some mostly notn, this is the wind same, we made teh one who didn't exist the wrost as he blinded himself on the ocean before the stars could shine the way, the stars so far from each other, so many distant far from many may I, and make I, they seem to reflect, the cells of our marrow seem so very far compared to the style of distanc legions, the paragraph goes as i peaked again, night screen gives itself away in prayer, nothing else in the darkness, staring at the shoreline this time, i could ask my skin be brushed by nails of hand, this sea of nightmares, the little weeds that the horse gives to supper and swiftness strides over and on, tethered and gone, mysterious messanger behind the hunter veil, the thin tax a cerulean fairweather game, only my future will i let you see, i did as they asked and I knew, no, the truth and something else, sparing implication just that the moment has passed, riveting the body of the damned to pieces of stiches like deepwater bridgres and space gives me witches like they weren't of here by now, my thinking game a maze in the darkness, like slaves to joy the rooftops were the bottom of the spider' s nest, that like a drove of feathers' cove a lesson had been been spilt, i have the guilt, like the sea and kites, a log was made in earnest, i will sail on this log to the water wall and ask for three visions, as i did yesterday, as his yesterday did before him, a fetish of indulgence, shortness of breath and pain in the spine taking recruits to the marianas trench to see the watermaker king, by this faction will I go, the currents of colors of currents, the moon fish, the light that cannot hide in illumination, the polycolor and the ancient swim that keys of creatures evil like birds and men, the merfold seek a bridge to familiar and the shores were full of rage, darenot return me i was source to live instead, a tired folk must be nearby because this shore has driftwood and no cities as far as can be seen the sand and verdent grass, not mud, but not warm and trees of bog that lean but do not bear their leaves, souls and breeze, no tide, save nor sunset or rise, nor waves of size resplendant, and i would walk for a town without a cane in fear of energy saved and stamina raved to kill or fight again the luck this day, these days, from whence on whither had I been, i would take up limber arm were bear to be woken by awkward footing, i come to the road uncomfortable laying waet clothes like rotting skin, alone i face the day and sharpen the weapon, the bear had cut the mooring ropes, and i walked and met three witches that finishe each other's sentences, i may have told you about that, the bear had been as any doe and i would not question one for the chance, and had i top chance to open the box this longer road of hiding of a givft and delivering a a deliverance, a recompence for revengeance, i peaked again, a dress as good as mine, a truth i have told some and may not tell another, i would look to a bear in a tree at the ocean, as my morning meditation, the nonsense of find without nonasense, paying a token as adrop in the ocean toward a chance to strech my neck beneath the sentencing ax, a bear at my eyes, anger of thundre and rage for the seeing as had not, a curtain and falling trees sharing roots woven above the ground together, a bear king, these jumbled thougts, i make their home, an axe to a leg and it cannot fall without cracking booming, i peak to see if it is over, a hand of fire, crates like no other, shipping with them drinks enough, contents as much lost as the messenger's morality on the despot, a heavy hand to a three sides coin, the ship betrays the sea, the spy began sending fifts the wrong destination sent, and when we mailed ourselves a restoration we had met a destruction of kindle and leaves, no worse the fare and wearing fairly other's blood and danced macabre for a theif and king, a hammer of nails like a mallet of an ax turns my stare to its farest still, a tree attacks me and the bear dives for my chest two paws will press my botton andI will off, open boxes and the guards stay still once we leave, the sand in my hands falls like an hourglass, the sand as I crawl out tears at my softened hands, the werewolf was a shock surprised me but the moon was not his own and old, the tree turned on me because they thought i made them turn on each other as they would also do the day before the true moon, i fight at the rageing beast, a swing of the paw like a swinging pendulum below it and i am thrown aside like a toy in the darkness of forest, my eyes glow, my enemy's eyes glow I run it thru with its own weight, and impale it to a tree, it had ordered me dead with the perfect english that bears have, one demanded i fly without wings, one demanded i be burried and the two made me feel nautius as they held me avove the ground; this thrid one, who had told the spy, i will go back for justice, fire and ice and all so in my veins, this damned wolv playes , maybe i will stop running, i ran with the wounded leg on the long road, looking and figthing, tired reaching magics of beams and such you understand of sure, toying with me again, had this werewolf told me he feared the bear pendant i wouldve stabbed it with the dagger, the bear magic handle of something else this curse, sooner, calmer, and bites my leg and takes the pendant, in the wrong boxes i search, the stockyards smell, the castle is empty, we split up, the many four and I, alone i worry and dote on them miraculously serindipitous, felicity that mortal men have limits of pain and pride, the bottle like a sould to the wine portable tomb, the spirit ripples thruout the body, the bougquet and in the box the amulet of dirty silver, old and scracted at first was only the points of ornate engraved har, and one had said to use it, and one had said how to use it, and one had stopped them both, come to her senses, they agreed as if they were it seemingly had been they talked to themselves as one it confused me after all, a breaking point or strange things, like surprised kings and demon bears and wolves tht tear your close clothes for the sake of a fractured mind the moon behind the sun sublime horiozon sailing down with passengers as two ships sailed, the trouble would end breathing the scream of blood noww in turn , and travels with a walk to the inn.