"Fountaining of the House"

"Fountaining of The House"
By: Blake T. Miller

What is the purpose of being alive? Committing sins is that what life pleasures are. Living within the corridors of code, rules and, restrictions? Is the purpose of being alive is to create and, build credit? They will kill me in New York City if I were attend there alone. The knowledge I have are very real and, people will kill for that information. Honestly, what would you do if you had such wonderful ideas, but no trust bases, no friends and, you are all alone with your eccentric personality? I am not able to share ideas. These ideas are in the vault. They are already killing me, slowly. The madness becomes unbearable, and it burns like, a demon roasting in hell. All I need is a smooth entance and, take on these epic characters.

Was it my fault that I became a bastard? Mistakes are meant to be made, but, it doesn't make it right. It is the crazy eight ball. Every line is after a line. Maybe, I am being a paranoid scizophrenic. The girls who curl up in bed, are a very interesting metaphor. I would like to tell her, like our Lord, Jesus, that I work with wood and ha-ha, that would be funny. Her shaven and smooth leg is like a marquee character. You know? someone who is "special". She would tell me that she works with wood, as well. It is just the purpose of being alive. The scent of glory, the aftermath of all these nourishment and, I mean, the Prima Donna type of nourishment that has gotten the rest of the world envious. This could be just be an hardware of words.

I guess, it is "the American Way". Fifty stars in rectangle of blue, then, bright red and blindingly white stripes. It would be funny if all the colors switch... Maybe, the red color turns into the stars. Where it was once blue, turn white. and now, there is blue and red strips corresponding. Perhaps, the stars should be blue instead of white, within a red rectangle. Then, long stripes of Blue and White undulating the innocent sky. A total of Fifteen stripes. Oh, look how proudly our flag waves in the perilious sky, standing tall.

What's worse is if the colors inside the design of the American colors aren't blue, white, or, red. But, is of completely different colors, like Green, Orange, and White? or, Yellow? or, Brown? Or, Black? A black, white, gray flag, wouldn't that sell a bit? Imagine a Italy color flag, like Red, White and Green within the American Flag design. Those wankers probably put blood in their Pasta Sauce. It is true, they use blood as their Tomato sauce and, use Testicles as their meatballs to make their a national cusine. I would bet that is what the Romans did. They probably want an extra protein flavor, so the cooks probably drained a hole from an Animal. Maybe, then, they put some Goat blood in their sauces. Yep, it is probably indicator of being a Paranoid Schizoprenic. It could be an Chef's Addition, a family's most preciously secret recipes. It is just a suggestion on the Table, the Altar of our Lords. Bon Attpetit'. The testerone from the meatballs would put hair on the chest for sure. Maybe, we shouldn't adjust the colors in the Flag.