hangover from dusty days in the mountains

Spin me around and around.
Conquer me. stake me. and now claim me.
I get to be a piece of it. Some juicy morsel you throw
at dogs starved out and snarling. Look at what you have achieved.
sent him backwards and when you knew it was not
anything natural to be.
language of rearranging things from potpourri to faerie dust has
created confusion, and when i look out on black velvet waves instead of the halls of dancing...Im stupiified.
I cant see anything else.
words not to be uttered.
You all really enjoy this, do you not? I think Jackwitch must have cursed me.
After he killed the child and mangled his body with broken breathe mint trays..he took out spell books...stole my words...and then injected me with some poison perfume. Colorado, i was running around. he knew I was pushing myself to find ways to learn and feel and seep my skin in dark brown earth. After he would pull out his blue purple maker. And ask me to watch..as my core just turned and turned. but you spin me. Wound me tightly at first..then like some yo.yo..that you cant quite get a grip on..Up and down..and back and twirl it up....and then spin it around and around..
there are questions about princes, and there are questions about witches.
my whole family thinks all this poison is left to get rid of me.
the women and my matchstick men. all work and sing and play together.
we do the storytelling and storytelling. and storytelling.
come join our circle of course.
lion.kingdon..
it only a temporary visa. and there might be work restrictions.
damn jobs are for those who have been citizen a long time.
and they cant be cut too much in wages. these are my armoured guards.
desiguised in halos of smoke. and wearing armour made from wreathes of vines grown in my forests. they are poets, artist, intellects, and gesters.
they ll protest in the favor to allow them to come and populate and work free.

round robin, stop blaming things for your weary game.
its inside and choices. you must learn why.
make them. stroke them. and placate them.
create a mirror face. play the grouper grouper game of sally dolly fashion
say hi to jason and douglas. and let them all know that soon they will be having a big fiesta celebration. this one we will have it western style...ill bring the salsa...and green chillis...you can remember the decorations..the red chilli peper lights...and those candles...i like

tomorrow morning ill wake up and argue with the interface.
think everytime its a game these arent games.
they are not riddles to solve. think it s a right decision?
but it smells like SPAM grinding in the machine hooked to my grandmothers table with onions and peppers...

my hangover from dusty days in mountains.