The beauty of growth is a mystery in itself, natural and yet a product of faith faith not in the coming but in history, just as the nineth looks to the eighth. For what came before permits the eventuality of the next, a place ahead of where before sits. Not order but growth the context, like the leaves which await the branch and the branch the trunk, an attribution to nature’s omnipotent hunch, no thought to how it would’ve all sunk. For faith lies in between to be and what has been.
We who are born in our minuscule cradle in the cosmos see monsters. We see monsters in our cradle having been born with us. We see monsters coming at us from below. We see monsters in the great beyond. We
O Girls, O Women, Be Aware Mental Perverts are roaming everywhere , here and there, Their Outer Appearance resembles like a human being, but they are far from human and most WILDER then Wild Animals. So it makes most difficult
We live in two different planes of existence. We travel two different paths within those planes. Our paths cross on both but unite in neither. By day we live in one plane where we work, we provide, we survive. We
Ail, What we did to earth? Before The births, we took the lives, Ceasing the smiles, we ruined the hopes. deny the past, lets demand peace. Erase the scars of our wicked strokes. Find the light hidden inside. Gold dust