procrastination is THE natural assasin.

a million doves meeting tranquility at its best. i see stars shining through clouds, reaching to be called by the many lovebirds on the ground. and i sit a distance from a faraway land under a well-sculpted rock-shelter. to me, the world's ending. i see images pass by, actions undone by man and tears rollin down from everywhere. just where was the peaceful world once sought after by children? i see playgrounds engulfed by poison, and flames eating up livelihoods. economical disease, as they say, has finally met with the rest of the world. ma bloody mary's finishing and i hvnt placed orders for ma cigars either. but i strut ma life on a thin line and watch as the clock ticks away to whole new dilemma. a world that sees no boundaries. a place where humans run amock. and i sit in the middle as king, reading orders from the Gods living in ma apartment, barked by 5 pitbulls and flocked by 27 topless fairies. Now do you feel me?