Doctor fill with syrup while she waits on the chair. The line is pushed up through constricted tubes and stones of death. Open up and let it flow with no intended reasons. The small church is moved east and the drums claim the streets.

The direction of Dirt

Uninformed choices will haunt the brown dirt. What used to be gray is now blond secretly bringing back treasures from foreign lands. Rooftop hopping is all the rage. Gradually increase the length of time. All solutions are not made by moving east. The Master knows the direction. I heard the Fucking Champs are Michael Jackson's new backing band. Let's watch......

Can you picture that?

Jim Hensen is finally striking the point of systems completed. None can be more worthy of the super natural impact when the equator and the north pole meet. The magnetic shift is happening. Are we going south? Only the Master knows the truth.