Becoming unstuck in time. A fly out of amber, an unwound dial. Reference off the tracks, relatively length-compressed. The 4 dimensions before me are Tralfamadore-esque. Changes in the name of a god. Scattered seeds of prophets plant encomienda. "This land is your land" is their land is mine. Witness for the Citadel a night-less drive. So, putting on whole armor divine, filling in the charters, stomping out the miles, manifesting destiny-"The Secret" is a wake. Black honey don't come easy milked from a snake.

And suddenly I see your face; a flag in your arms. The Manor is gone, but there are animals here to run down the farm.
The fires, they fed on me because freedom is slavery. We're dancing as heaven falls down at our side.

Touchdown in Dresden 'cuz "...it had to be done!" Isothermal stories keep it 451. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the perpetrate. Radiance is felt; to see is for the state. Fat man and little boy; they're fine people at home. With monsters in the closet screens can flicker on. Simulations running, grinding-" ..keep them fed." Toy makers run the complex with Pavlov in head. Collateral consequences-pay respects. Press F to sign away the woes of poor and the sick. Better to give out worship, thoughts, and prayers-quo, do stay! All you fortunate fathers keep your sons away.

Too long I waited for you. Thank you for your service with a smile