Lves spin wobbling, so far never tipping. Inner courage the axis of stability.

Evil wears a white hat hiding a black soul doppelganger, seemless enticing with the first teasing with the second rapture with the third Exponential rise and equally devastating fall it gives power to the weak and weakens the powerful.

pen to paper, wordes to a VOICE, ONE IS SEEN the other heard, bothe equally powerful, moves mountians, changes all, the essence of communication is subtle, yet hard as granite \moves dust creates desstruction the power of ideas, clears, the way for time to creep along the pace changes but always the same,

Pearl white flakes flutter upwards. Exploding consciousness. Fluffy power. Coins in the meter, time..... Spares are needed and filled by necessity. To want, bastard feelings, more and more. Its lure is craft. Evil cloaked in white, hiding, lurking ready to devour. Soft, fluffy white, how can evil be so masked by interpretation?

Tune in daily and read my words.