The heat of the great star fills our lungs with life, keeps us frothing with stories written by mortals, those who put a deed of sale upon the head of creation, slathered wanted posters with a list of foul conduct highlighted in red ink and a mugshot of the star melting the ice into rivers of steam and floating dis-ease.

On pins and needles, sweat, gnash and weep…

Better yet, rejoice at your duty as savior for the Mother eartH and all of Creation's children of Life and Love and Laughter...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime


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