Thursday, October 6, 2011

Preloading Buffer

Chapter 4



This Will Make You
Remember of Me.
- She said talking to herself.
Manipulate other's people's thoughts
or at least thinking you can, just
to make others think of you, just
that if were such a big deal.
Who needs to be thought?
Probably you become what thought you,
Echoes of sources of thoughts
related by their own deff origin
hidden on not being, thinking they are
on others dreams.
2:20 pm Hidden on the Mirror of a Pretty Face
Cold Coffe ,Toyota Blitzkrieg on the radio.
Once after a good croop one of the elder
priests had the idea of putting an Iron Cross
actually more like a tower resembling cross
on the top of this hill above this coffe town.
The idea was to create a pilgrimage place
that was to be first motivated by this monks
walking in circles in this friary house until
they finish the tower. Before that they discretely
put this broken clock in this non important temple
with view to the hill as a motivation buffer
for a spiritual sinergy to act as quantic magic device.
For days and days they visualized the people going on
pilgrimage every year while they were praying and walking.
They will leave the friary house once the first pilgrimage
was begining and then they will repeat this every year
twelve days before until hundred years have passed.
The idea was to let the clock run 1 hour every year
during that time, they will be able to handle the collective
energy in order to be used in their white magic experiments.
So What went wrong? I asked the Manta Ray Cave Spirits
before landing on the beach.
One of them had an affair with the Pico Blanco Witch
who were madly in love, when they locked themselves
in the house for the first time it was supposed to be a secret
so he didn't tell his lover about, but after few days
without knowing anything of their lover the Witch
becomes crazy thinking she was abandoned by him.
So She cast a bitter spell a Wipping Anger Slash
from the Grey Pico Blanco clouds
that made the Puriscal hills tremble and the priests
stay locked until the Clock Moves.

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