Parachute

It was left open by popular demand. The pillows were nice and soft. They left an indent that had never been there before. They were just waiting to be pilfered. And then they could be controlled by pulled strings in the air over safe speed. Wiggling open and left to dance in the air stream over open water. Double g's and fast planes would not stop it.

In them genes open to fascination and curiosity. I love it when the future is open and current. It makes me very happy and content. Showing off an air of responsibility that was not there before. Every time they open the parachute it explodes in a miasma of open contention.

Sometimes it is left to open compatibility, sometimes it is not... the satisfaction is still there to conspire. The wind and its' current will drift you through the compassion of a million pirates. These pirates will billow through your mind like a thousand candles and open air. They will try to set you up for failure, but you should not let them do that to you. Or else all hell will break through. And nobody wants that to happen.

To which I reply "Let us all have some fun with the parachutes of our own minds play. This current will drift and we will venture forth on a new leaf. Come jump through the hoops and ladders and have some fun with it at the same time. Eventually we will swoop down and blind them all. And that will be an awesome sight to see. Let's all party at 20 thousand feet! Towards a goal that we can all split up.

Bang through the mall of the open sky. And feel the rush of a major jet plane scour through your head. Sometimes this passion of a Sunday morning can cause drowsiness of an unbearable degree. But that is alright in the long run. Finding out that we can all jump through the hoops of another day gone by. Is pure misery. Only close out the current passion of the christ we all call God.

The rain will come and billow through the parachute and send you off course. When this happens it will be pleasant and compulsory. Maybe then it will all come undone in a short amount of time. He will look a lot like my father, up top. Just like the rats have done for centuries. They have shown us their powers for good.

Waves of regression have come over me to fold the pages of time passed on. Let us go find out if parachute jumping is any fun. Will it be? I do not know yet. Only passion will let us find out. Or is it charma. I can't remember which one it is. Otherwise I will fade into the culture of a youth gone by. Come with me on this adventure to see if our fate can be changed. Will it change by itself, or do we have to push it along forward. To topple over and repeat itself towards the chasm of our own lives.

And i have just finished telling you about the open air and its' pure qualities of socialness. I hope you have enjoyed this trip as much as I have. Stopback by and we can share another story if you would like to. It is so much fun to have another person on my resume to listen to me vent. The party has just begun its own current. Are you doing ok listening to me. Can you keep up with my rants?