I hear volcanoes when there's no one there
Peles's somethings that is angel's hair
I talk to god standing outside his lair,
red hair flying everywhere high lillies.
Hi Lilly, hello?
When I'm in the street where I live. You can not hold back from the god you serve. Forge ahead only and do not swerve. Fuck the consequences and keep your nerve. Honest to god only... him you serve. Let the monsters come;
Stand and observe!
I have tinnitus and tonight expect to hear the machine of the Lord's exec, step out of myself and then inspect the charts he commands and he
paise deczek to beat the band don't ask don't ask. How do I know, how I do know?
OK. If you do want to know, it goes like this somehow. (When I come down off this.. oh Farther!)
The super abundance of power, just two desert planets not much larger than the moon and earth but...
Something special.
It does happen but late in the day. That yellow box takes it all away. Something strange so the I can't say I wonder why I wonder by.
This a bad storm in possibly India. Then Centrino's place (this will make him stare.)
Or Iceland but for all I know it may not be there. But it's got to be somewhere and I don't care.
They'll fall where they list and all will get a share I'm not amniotic but it feels like that. No one can catch me till it all goes splat. By the works you will know you'll know him too by then, you know.
And Asian seven and then a six. And a sunny day I say by the clicks. Don't hold your breath until you see the fix. I'm getting tired now and I know why.
Let's just come down for a second and discuss this as it is complicated.
There is very little going on on here:
I think this probably means we are waiting for the general. Meantime the hot spot is trying to escape and the only outlet is the Arctic where a lot of ice won't melt in the heat and the flower people never seem to realise that it only amounts to a fraction of a degree, when the whole surface is considered.
Consider that, if you are not on the level!
So back to the storms in higher altitudes. And their results.
So here is the North Atlantic, as if you needed any explanation, (having followed me for all these years.)
So back to the dance. It looked like this when the grass was formed. And the angels danced whilst the heavens stormed. And the children of men were born. The son of god, the only one.
It is easy to forget this happened in the past. It will happen again and the earth will last. But these broken fronts are bleeding gas. And the dance goes on so they never last.
I think it is Indonesia we are looking at. I am getting tired of this, it is complicated and I am tired now.
Plus it will all look different in the morning. Not bad for a man who can't count, but this is hard.
So I am going to ask god to tell me the answer. And maybe try again tomorrow.
This thing over Europe is called a complex Low for a reason.
(They don't know the answers.) The trick is to follow the fronts back. That tornado looks like it is buried in the ground. That's it for now. Goodnight.
Ooh! Swarms! Warm swarms. 'Bye.
I nearly forgot... in conclusion the box from 11 pm above comes from an High that has crossed the Rockies without changing its polarity. It remains an High. I think that means the snow melted and the Atlantic system can now start.
What comes after Dora?
3 o'clock and all's well.
God keep us please.
