They used to hunt on the same place I used to play. I can remember them, but I must confess I never counted their rings, one were red and the other yellow I think they were sisters, living very close to this Jehova Witnesses neighborhood, half mile west from this slaughterhouse with a pond in the front side. There were always a gang of resting vultures.
At that time the Jehova Witnesses had a crusade against the local cinema, It was an abandoned cinema in this little Mining Town, they used the place for their meetings, and they didnt want the people come and watch Porn Movies at night.So they started a fire and yell invocations against Satan.
That persuaded the Bussiness Man of using the place and they kept it for their cult.
There was this family all composed by Women, who got abandoned by their father, living close to our place. I remeber them praying with close eyes,to cast away my low resolution dreams resembling war nightmares.
They had this old tunnel locomotive in the park that used to help miners to pull the rocks from the mine It is a steam locomotive and is still there.
There was a river passing behind our house, where the racoons lived, it was a warm place, in a rural area, I remember the Sea War news on the morning before going to school, It was a war beteween this guys with planes and this others with ships, fighting for a rock in the middle of the cold sea.
One day we left and never saw that pair again, I always remember them but never knew their names.
They are just a memory to be seen again when I die, I just pray to remember to count the rings when that happens.
I saw an old lady Die this morning next to the rail tracks exactly where I walked a couple of minutes before. Magic Ways are like empty Cereal Boxes in a Fantasy Grocery Store.Where people who cares about pancake syrup goes. 5pm cho cho train, nothing about war on the radio, probably the producers are discussing where the next one is going to be. In the meantime since I follow wars like if they were soccer matches,but I must admit that soccer doesn't amuse me or like it. I decided to get a War gun, there's something about gun fights and following beat in them. That I wanted to learn about, like the pattern of a snake skin tells the death of their victims, probably War sounds are like the Death Angel's Jazz band jamming late at night in a private party at the Queen Castle. Death Angels aint really evil creatures are actually cool beings moving close to the negative space where Death Happens. like the vultures showing where the WindSnakes are. Everything goes around rails lately timing the Blue Train until gets here at Full Moon. Steam Locomotive arent in use any more but trains are a pure movement manifestation. like everything else, like the clouds being pushed in the sky by the winds.
I had the first Blue Mountain Sight Just After Toyota Blitzkrieg Ended. Going South next Summer, just like the Old Colonel. There is a Burnt Forest and a River Starts There in the Highlands not Far from where Blue Mountain is. I remember a Red Fish I met once in that same place it wasn't completely red, maybe with maroon spots. I Watched it for a While, I still remember how it moves It lived in this freezing water on a puddle in a rock at 4000 meters above the sea level. I still wonder, What the Hell a fish like that was doing so High in the Mountain. 12:17 South from Tapanti Dwarfs Forest and below the Magnetic Mountains, Amatlan Post Card Prophesy. After Too much time worrying about something it gets solve by it self some how. Thats what can happen after attracting dandelium floating seeds with your mind while doing Chikung in the Morning. Then you have dandelium plants on your backyard and then you have a Chinese guy telling you how to move, just because he is the movement teacher who sent messages in dandelium seeds. Thats how I meet the guy who wrote the BlueBook I got once I visited Tepoztlan lives ago. There's a Secret on Parrita River Cliffs that I want to know about, I told him the first time I met him. This happened on the future 4 months from now. Enough Time for Pushing the Mountains.
It has been a Long Storm,endless rainy dusk, like ages ago when the first comet hit the earth, and its twisting tail, like a dying snake sparkled the first raining and the first rainbow appeared. But nobody was there to watch it. I turned the Radio On, they were telling about this Desert place like PalmSprings for some reason the people there started welding Ukranian Machineguns, Recoiless Guns and Rocket Launchers to the back of their PickUps. So We have this Suburban Toyota Mitsubishi Blitzkrieg Militia of angry citizens and young men pursuing the enemy along the Highways on their Japanese Pickup trucks with AC and automatic transmition, Dakkar Rally Mutation sponsored by British Airways while the Oil Keeps Pumping. Sounds like a lot of fun, if you ask me. What do play with guns have? that makes it so funny. 6:15 215 sharks live in Cocos Island RedBull 4B staedtler mars lumograph. Docked near by a Mantaray Cave. counting the raindrops, listening the rainy jazz coming from the gray clouds below the endless blue, where the father Sun lives. The fish market there is stinky as hell,animal corpses hanging, sidewalk dogs eating guts, stinky drainings and the Usual Social Beings. There is this Bar on the market, I took a sit below this disected sword fish on the wall. -"Hallberg Rassy Hulls remind me nazi SchnellBoot" An awful looking guy said. I gave him the boat as an offering for teaching me how to become a Fox. He said he will give me the opportunity to get the boat back, if I win one BlackJack Match but he will give me just one chance, but for getting that chance I should give him one spring from the Death Clock.
I remember many years ago I used to be the Black Cat of a Pretty Witch, She loved being sit behind this F50 RS6000 IBM machine, typing Magic Spells for Social Entities with Organic Databases. One day She got hired by an Insurance Company to write a program for Crop Insurance. There were a Hurricane threatening the Sugar Cane Crops on this Tiny Little Country. I said: Do it with Ruby from a Mac with the Wind_Snake gem installed. She said: C'mon thats for Cute Origami Web Apps I said: Set the Snake on an Origami trap. She Said: "Hurricane Electric Blowing bits Sweet Tiny Shores, Coral Beach". Do you think that's a good start for a Perl Script Header Comment? I said: Probably a good title for a jazz composition. Sounds like you are programming tourists to board cruise boats to Tahiti instead.
I went to the sushi place, she started to wax the F50 processor.That's why she liked that machine, she used to do that before starting a project. I think she saw herself as Dukes of Hazzard's Daisy waxing General Lee before the next episode. like if programming were like driving a Dodge Charger across the Desert Plains to an Announced End; after the Begin; Line.
She was a Powerful Witch,probably that's why she never got a boyfriend and talked with her cat.While being sit behind this powerful hardware, writing line numbered novels for boring robot-souls, living in Black Boxes keeping the novel intention in turn for the free amusement,feeding a dream perception on the other side of the story.
That night She was writing a program, I was wondering why the Number One on the Orange General Lee, Charger Car as a Flag of a Death cause, Always on the Run improvisations, Never Surrender Attitude. Then I started thinking , Why this guys never use the door, always jumping from the outside to the car seats, like if they were skipping a frame of the story.
Is that true that there's a Universe where everything can be solved by driving around? I asked her.
She didn't put any attention and kept doing what she was doing I took the last sushi piece, it was late and starry night, strangely we got hit by thunder.
WindSnakes are not friendly beings, If you ask them for attention they give you wisdom, awful sense of humor.
That's how I became a Sea Snake, the perfect rebirth for a Spoiled Sushi Lover Cat, hunting octopuses in a turquoise reef lagoon.
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.
