From twenty four to forty nine with them all I have shared some time. I have watched them cum and have seen them blow, I have worked for them and they for me. I have been with them on land and done them at sea, but I never found the one that was truly meant for me. As I search there I go looking for that one ,youknow. I will try until I die and they shovel dirt in my eye. I begin to wonder if the plan for me is not of this earth ,but in heaven maybe.As time goes by I am sure I will see. I only know that it is better to of had and lost than to have missed the boat, no matter what the cost. As the moon goes down and the sun comes up you can bet that some where in town they were shaking and giving up the butt. The prettier they are the harder you will fall until you become wise enough not to fuck with them at all. Since the time of Eve and Adam so it seems they really only bring pleasure in a dream. Finding one to work with you and see a task until it is thru will only happen if she is God sent to you.Do not seek perfection because this can not be, I know I went thru women and cars like new money.I could and would never reveal all I know but I thought this much before I go.
If wishes were fishes we would all cast nets. Lets be glad that they are not. Because if they were, peaple would cast their nets and cast their nets until there were none left. Or the government would put limitations on how many wishes you could catch in one day. And then they would regulate the size of the wish you could catch. And impose fines for catching wishes they deemed not worthy. Then when it came time to vote on the regulations, as long as there was a apposing force they would convieniently not attend until the opposing numbers were low enough. You see we should thank God that things are as they are. We ought to be grateful for the limitations that are reality. Just imagine how much chaos would incur if things were like we wished.
It was the sixth of June under a silvery moon in nineteen and sixty six. Even after the ground and air blitz we were all still in a state of bliss. After the dust had cleared came a sound from the rear that reminded you of someone trying to take a shit. After we looked around for a long bit we were sure it was just the sound of someone dying.But to our surprise we began to realize there was more to it than just tricks.We looked to the heavens and the way the stars shinned eventually became a extension of our mind. And so in time as it seemed we would awake from the dream.
Vision, do we really know the definition of vision? Is it simply what is available for our eyes to see, or can we add more definition? Some would think of vision as kind of dream like .Some may think of it as seeing a creation in it’s form of infancy.I can recall a line from a movie that best describes it for me . It was Butch and Sundance where Paul Newman said the whole world wears blinders but I have true vision.That was long ago what do you suppose they were trying to relay in that line? Most I bet have never gave it much thought. I have always to some degree held on to that particular mind set.The problem with having this gift if you will, is that it tends to bring you down. When you can see things for what they really are and realize what big brothers plans are it leaves you feeling somewhere between helpless and trapped. Knowing that every benefit that is presented to you there is a diabolical reason for it. Now that comment may be a little harsh but for lack of a better way of coming across I will go with it. Vision gives you the ability to know that for every positive there is the counter part and allows you to see it.I could go into many examples of this, the thing is that those who have it know what I’m saying. Those who do not would not believe it anyway. What makes the governing factors so fortunate is that there is not that many visionaries. Most sadly it seems would just rather put the blinders on and follow the lead. I guess that can be related to a survival tactic because the lone wolf is hunted down and shot.