It be raining

treats from heaven, the celestial clock was winding towards the ruin and earth of mankind. it was a simple cheese wheel, guyere if you please....If you're rude then spicy jalapeno or some strange abberation or maybe if you're lucky a bit of both. can you see the windfall that the fates have bestowed on us? can you smell the fresh spring flowers of an early afternoon? It wasn't supposed to happen like this, but when does it ever? Mr. Elastic made of plastic, broken and brittle with a chewy nougat center. the Earth settles in it's orbital spin around the sun. The sweet sweet particles of incendiary love filled the air. Now we rush to the happy smiles of the Swedish fish swimming on the peripheral of LA proper. Skull and bones, Scully and Mulder, we were the X-files, but instead of us chasing the monsters the monsters were chasing us. The good the bad the ugly, it's all the same, it's how we handle it all and stay in balance with our inner souls. our inner light that guides us to the safe word we use for our mind. Can we see? Can we jump? I'll show you mine if you show me yours...we're like Mississippi, the show me state. Except now we live in the the Golden State.