Disagreeing with the Lizard King

Breaking through the atmosphere and learning how to breathe.

In the celestial land of lostness, I have been found.

And at a moment like this, I wonder… How high does the elevator go?

It shakes my foundations, it shakes my core, and I implode on myself.

In the Land of Lollipops there are even sharper and more hurtful swords!

To forget Hate is one thing, but to learn to Love Hate is another.

The ugliness in beauty and the beauty in ugliness.

The same lessons over and over but from a different perspective.

Heaven is another Hell! Heaven is another Hell!

The Devil knows how much he loves the Hell.

The Enemy is once again the Ally, but I think he will turn again on a later day.

I think? I think? I think? Yes, here you are again!

Jim said he preferred a Feast of Friends to the giant family.

I understand the American Poet, The Lizard King, Mr. Mojo Risin’.

But I might go all the way… I might try to go all the way… I do not know.

I cannot know.

Fear.

Ah, hello, fear!