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Pie
Driver Musings
a crazy groupie control
freak wizord,
this is a subject, i've wanted to write a book about, sort of like conan
in a way, a young warriors mom (queen) stolen in a jar my mom's soul,
so forever to be on vengence quest, to get my moms soul back from a crazy
wizord; then i can live free. sort of like those books where, i'm sneak'n
up on a wizord and as the wizord is in sight, with my doubled broadsword
in hand, ready to pounce as i'm in the shadows, come flying out of the
shadows, fast frenzy blitz, the wizord and (life like football) as i'm
a raider (oakland) (raiders were one of the best team in all n.f.l. to
strip'n the ball & pop'n the ball loose) i work'n to pop the ball
loose from the wizord (the ball ,my mom's soul in a jar) and i get the
ball loose and just as the ball is in the air hanging in slow motion of
time like mushroom feeling, the wizord grab's the ball and breaks away
as i'm a fragment behind the wizord about to open the portal and as i
dive at the wizords feet and miss the wizord and passed through the portal,
as i stand, with my eyes ablaze with fire from all form of colors razor
beam slits, with dark shadows of the form of my face, hissing air of roars
of vengence, as i realize the wizord got away again, again i am teased;
as the energy mounts of game of death of curses of i feind to never sleep,
mocked again. not knowing as to why i have the powerful magic of my own
as a have fought the wizord with my broadsword before, as storkes of wild
many sparks come flying from my broadsword, not knowing as to where i
got the power to do battle with a demon wizord, as a young king viking
wizord, with graces of unseen movement i again come rip roaring power
of vengence, not knowing i'm the self destiny king of my land and people,
though knowing i'm to save the world, and what price i'm to pay for my
abilty do i owe this power of game to, not know of magic i know i must
pay a heavy toll to pay for help, ask'n the spirits if be ok to pay for
the self protections loans of magic in a way it be ok to pay when i can,
as the wizords that are my advisers, say to me in quite ways of words,
ron ,you are blessed with a very high powerful magic form(AS AT times
as i fight the demom wizord, my spirits advise me,as a coach like football
as i ask the coach for what plays be good to fight the demom wizord)as
i get older(AS A monk, i've deadicated my life saving thoes that had their
soul stolen)as i say to the demom wizord, you will never defeat me, you
may have my mom's soul & mine though i grow tireless and the canoe
of vengence of where i live and train with the highest form of magic,
i will defeat you ,i'll run what ever worlds you run from me to get you,
i do not sleep, i stay up, build my body, i build my mind as i fiend on
video tapes of game as i remember the days of old of good with my mom,
on beautiful days and rough days as well. as the demom wizord came from
what hell in witch, i do not know from what ever relm and came roaring
down from a mountain(like smog)and snatched my mom from me and then me
too as a young child for ever to live a life as hell. and for ever to
that point on, on a quest for vengence. this is truly how my life has
always felt.
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Pie Driver
Musings
They
Call Me Treehugger
-Pie Driver Dave
They
Got Smart Bombs...
- Wally Banksia
Thinly
Veiled Facism
- Wally Banksia
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