While The World Inhales

I wish I could change this world with my fingertips really get in there and tear things up a bit alter perceptions with my writing take something with no form and give it shape let it walk and breath and terrorize and plunder minds and get greasy with contempt let it get slimy let it get wet and weird let it light fires in old barns or burn candles in old churches really mess things up where everything runs like machinery like the tick tick tock of a clock or a gear in the works where sand could clog and muck things up I want my words to be like sand or stones or glass I want to beat some a*s I want blood to flow sometimes like donning a crown made of wicker I want to wander with my thoughts but really all I can do is order from McDonalds script my code and get corrupt and drunk and fat writing words no one will read with a name no one will know. While the world inhales and gets ready to blow. 

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[Writer at last! Sky ~]

Are you a techie? Script my code and get corrupt? You're being fair with your title - While The World Inhales. We all wish so many things but what we really get at the end is an error code 404 (Mostly)

[JR]

LOL yes 404 on most things. I am in tech and wondering why.