His Peices They Ate

Mikael, making picture messes always. They come onto every thing oshes around you now, the mirrors make them worse. Even in death they grow lame riding the man who's smile they could not touch except when cold meets the sun it's mask forced into and onto you always again. Government man sciences mean economics dream of one man shows bathing in green so thus forced cuts of primes pure beef energized as sun. When you moved the moons of women whom ran the men behind it's show..they grind now on they there men to make you up once again..into there frosty heavanlys... moons must run in gushing rushing flows from the star that you are all over again...into the hers the stain.. that fills there voids..it is just so sorry..mikael... Res-erected it seems so it must again..Venus rules Mars mentality mobs the smile while rubbing the comets tail..