Swimming

Swimming in the stream of life!

Harken to the glory of the words of the $.

Be leery of the stores whose witches have no tact, but but traverse the region to the witches of light and love.

Whose stores never flounder.

Whose wonder and love of life are laughable but inviting.

With kindest regards,

The Translator

Swift Death

The swift death never comes at a point that works.

This is good, because if a death is too convenient then what is it's worth?

A harsh reality can lead to your breakthrough.

With kindest regards,

The Translator

Windows Without Souls

Oh it has always been told, that eyes are windows to the souls.

But what, if at all.... there was no soul?

If life had been snuffed out by the horrid others and you were left with a person that had died while still alive? 

How would you react to this window with out a soul?

Would you try to help and heal?

Or run left that which devoured them comes for you?

With kindest regards,

The Translator

Watching

Little eyes watching every move you make.

Silently swimming in the little tank.

With lush plants and bubbly bubbles.

Who is truly the trapped one?

With kindest regards,

The Translator

An office curse

An office curse. One to reprimand the crappy coworkers.

One to smite down the evil of the dictatorship that gets fat off the misery of it's employees.

A pox on their egos to bring them down to the hells were they belong.

With kindest regards,

The Translator