Isn't today another day in heaven?
Cling! as the board of silver spins on his finger tip... Tip point vertex...

"I am he, am I the king who slayed the sorcerer? Iron palm precision, the one who buried the illusive vixen Mystique!!!..." Says the surfer who surfs on the atmospheric planes of silver infinite vision.

A poet's tale...A dish of rum and ale...
Thank you Lord another day another lesson, and another foe who smites another brethren...
We do not live in fear but see he who surfs through, with whit and reappears...A silver glider...
An awesome life conquering survivor... Welcome to the age of the poet's prime!!!

There's something fascinating about the average person's rate of carelessness in their present subconscious state of mind...
Small details flinches ques, unravel entire tales and their ending...

I'm always fascinated by the fact that I somewhat care, about murderous vipers...
"You don't believe that do you? That she is somewhat cold and heartless" Well we'll see the fruits of her labour, toil however meaningless... How so? There's a time to rise and a time to die, a time to dream and a time to witness reality...

I loved her... Like how in the night darkness loves the deeper seas beneath the ocean's heel... If someone tells you that they have finally acquired it they're lying... Love doesn't exist outside of being a complicated state of mind... You'll feel... You'll dream but eventually, you'll see what lies on the other side... A void, a lie and an empty promise. Forget the past, don't plan for the distant future, focus on the present and near future like tomorrow's Sunday...

Tomorrow's peace and...