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I drift away in my castle of wings and clouds. In my Wind Tunnel kaledoscopic, my braincase of fantasy, I elevate in my Pipe Dream while a Dream Box rotates in between. In this blueprint of nothingness, I drift away in my castle to seek my peace. A sacred privilege is flight. Come, fly with me.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Global warming

The sun shines upon the wind
And asked him, where could she be?
The wind replied, "My friend..
She's busy, conversing with the sea..."

The sun was heartbroken, and felt sorrow
"I wish to see her today, and tomorrow..
She is elusive. She borrows my light.
Shares jokes with the oceans...
And hides from my sight."

"Do not despair. Oh Lord of light..
Your warmth is within her.
And she feels your plight
She yearns for you, like you for her
It is this world of blue and green
That seperates you lovers
But here's a secret, oh lord of flame
You two can meet and cheat your fate
Find the eclipse
And you will find your mate"

And so the sun got his master plan, and was so grateful to the wind that he shared his scirching heat with the wind, and the wind then set out heating up everything. And that's the story of global warming. Stupid scumbag wind!
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