Mad Birds Opportunities Prime

Outside; during jeans and hoodie season. The Autumn was fine

It was the days before I wavered my sauce having crimes

Oh The ways of those not lost talkative vines

Outside; The awesome awesome friends of mine, told me that I was to toss one wide,

That the sling the zoo game was the word fine.

That I was too the mad bird kind

That game being brand new included Opportunities Prime

I couldn’t leave my friends word’s reign behind

I crossed right over the playing the game line

I saw the gist of the game before, the massada weapon tore through the bigger

setup’s carpentry, masonry and doors.

Even then the absurdness of the setup’s falling down I couldn’t ignore.

The Ad on the TV had my laughter deep down inside silently roar.

I couldn’t leave my friend’s word’s reign behind

I crossed right over the playing the game line

I made the download

Into crown mode, I put my gamership’s doing into a by myself sound load

The open arms of the Forest was what I then chose, So then towards The

Sincere Forest I finally walk raced it right down the road.

In the solitary monolithship of Armstrong’s Forest, I was about to make my “who’s this guy?” mark.

I saw him sitting right there with his heart as always the hollow log through the welcome mat “I greet you Sir” part

On the Mad Birds screen, absurd was my need, to have this nerd’s mean funny bone

redeemed

my character stepped up to the mad birds plate so clean as part of my merry mental health team.

the hoodlem, in aloneness’s bosom, really indeedly put one.

into entertainment time

Inside the Armstrong Forest on the screen how the merry merry aerodynamic game was on my mind.

how on the screen’s right I saw those wooden bottomless blocklines,

Very Very bright was the teeth of “him the green” which shined

On the screen right there I had the slingshot ready with the single round

My mean fear was silent I was ready for the fragile structure to fall down

I the possum wretch, grabbed the rind.

Gommorah and Sodom taught me fine,

What the hand’s personhood in the video was ready to sling

was Opportunities Prime.

I held gladness’s slingshot on the screen so stiff

Opportunities Prime’s radness resembled a rocketship

As the slinger I tried to play it smart

and raged; urged; layed down; swung the hard doll as a crazy dart

I held the ball of very near laughter, tensioned was the rubberband

nature called for the the wreckage disaster, as I let the load go with my hand

As the slinger I tried to play it smart

and raged; urged; layed down; swung the hard doll as a crazy dart

the Jengasaurus rex setup going down; laughter town; was indeed my type yet so dark.

In the solitary monolithship of Armstrong’s Forest, I made my “who’s this guy?” mark

The trees heard my laughter run so vast, As I put my phone on the hollow log in park, I was the spazz, my free laughter was jazz, I was free as a lark

I was the wrong nark

My laughter through Saint Sunday echoed

I was a disaster, I laughter Mayday I laughed I really let go

My laughter was loud

the advancement to the next level made me proud.

The Oaktrees in front of me stood for the friends

I never had

In glee just for a moment so good happiness's bend

made me glad

Just for one moment I was away from humans

Just for one moment my laughter was a true man

I Thanked laughter for it’s doing

I threw lucifer immunity the great bawd day after day in the dozen baker woods

opportunities prime just for one more day stood

Many Mad Birds runs made after that, had me again inside the Forest’s welcome mat

Many Mad Birds runs roared and the jengasaurus rex became wreckage flat

- RaskinBlog

- 12:09pm

- 2/4/24