Armageddon and ENTRY 127

She’s in big trouble;
so am I
so is the world.

Does anyone really perceive in time
closeness to Armageddon

I just need an artful, power word
to be a thunderous whisper
that wakes her. And I would say,

“Uayi! I offer my benign intention
to invade you with love,
give you my humble wisdom
make you free, and
we could paint together
on the walls and sky
like we did before.

Oh yes, Zawmb’yee is in big trouble and so am I and so is the world. Does anyone really know how close to Armageddon we are… Oh, hell, Kievifkwa, never mind the world — I just need an artful, power word in Upper Utd’mbts to be a thunderous whisper that wakes my sleeping Zawmb’yee. And I would say, “Uayi! I offer my benign intention to invade you with love, give you my humble wisdom I hope I have to make you free, and we could paint together on the wall and in the sky like we did before. Oh Kievifkwa, is there really the magic kiss of the Fairy Tale that awakens the sleeping apprentice and gorgeous angel, my flower, my bee, my sting, my playmate, and my love, if you please, High Priestess and Friend. Oh, I seem to not be doing any good here, and yeah I know Angela is a really good old friend, but what does she really know? Maybe I could somehow go back to my apartment building — I pulled down the shutters in the front and put it up for sale (but it’s not for sale). I mean, it’s actually an empty building with lots of empty apartments, so I could probably safely hide there in the “abandoned building.”

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