Skating through the valley

S- Stay Cool Bro
K- Keep a low profile
A- Act busy
T- Take your time
E- Enjoy yourself

I live by this, Skating is an art form that transcends life and all endeavors of the feeble fables of mankind. So last night I had the dream, not that anyone cares. I had that dream and I feel like I want to warn you boneheads who think you know something but I am not going to. Im a bonehead schmuckatelly, not that anyone cares, I'm going to S.K.A.T.E. through the valley of the shadow of death which is this life. A world of shit gone wild, on the same old "show" entitled (shit gone wild).  It does not matter what others think dude, just do your own thing. I do not need to be a blow hard, an old saying from the "gold-rush" days referring to blowing too hard on gold dust. or being the baddest dipshit in the valley. Ballerinas, Bunnies, and Man in the middle attacks, all make no difference now. Eating Stingrays, for breakfast man in the middle "attacks" all gone wild same old story different date... don't be late...I had that dream last night, hesitate and both, yes no one really cares, hollowood squares in pairs. Robert Kiyosaki is trying to tell us something, Dan Pena I am not not sure about yet. But he Is saying it loud and clear 5x5! Live time, "I may be wrong but I am never in doubt. Brian Rose on London Real seems to be saying it consistently. David Icke is saying it from the 4th dimensional perspective which is way to woo woo for most of us here in the 3rd to grasp. Oh well... art is dead, is it dead in old Puyallup? I truly hope not. And now I know we must be close to the Revelation that John on Patmos Island penned down for us. Cause I had that dream last night, and I don't care if you know it or not. It's all my own crap thrown down here it does and dont matter allot. It's a dream no one cares about. Now then to be pragmatic then, when? Right now.  I just am going to take care of myself. They are going to dial this thing in then, genteel men? and their own perspective is all that matters, in truth they live in their own world. Just as I and you as well do. Though I may be right here to ask, they actually do not care? nor do they dare to care, Because I do not feel it bro, no one hears or answers the call. Tun Tavern directives, came from Guthrie Castle, yet fourth dimensionally, No one seems to care at all, it's way too out there on the ragged edge of imagination, not for me, it is not about me. It's about what do you want? Do you want to live by your pride in ownership, or just let it all go. Eternal professions within ourselves shining like the sun rising in the Son. What do you want is the real question. I guess I need to get a crayon and draw pictures. Pictures not for the faint of heart from the top of the crayon of battle. Not that anyone cares, no answered slow low crawl call, ball whizzing overhead and all. Fall from the wall, something that rhymes with tall? No Not at all bro. Not at all. The dream had passed through this beedy little brain last night, a lame train to blame for ingrained shame that inside yourself you had failed to tame? Oh please now, to play the same old game, by some different name, place or pain or something made plain. S.K.A.T.E. hippo-crate, shcmukata-telle, cogitate here you know that dude, elude to food or attitude, perhaps they think it's all about them again? I suppose I may do the same, Damn why cant I just be left alone to roll my bones and play the way I like? Take a hike? Ride a trike? A vain main drain to ascertain. I had the dream last night, and that means whatever it is, that it is here... right from the left or shoved left from to the right, the fake fight the fakers make, news ruse to distract our hearts in this time of economic resets of abuse, that greed wants bad but cannot use press or confuse diffuse. This time of snatching it all for pennies on the dollar, holla and sure mind the egos colla. Find the blind walla  now I'm just getting silly. A hillbilly-alla,  ta falla down the garden path, past the ten tin tall soldier toys balla. Playing at some vision of green plastic army men, lined up opposite each other in poses. Continued fantastic Rose's blooming out sauerkraut probiotic what I'm talking about. What is it that I could do to see through the valley of darkness death and illusion, a crusin down the main gut, ripped out of my old contusion. you can do it you can be the one without old NEO, or matrix re-run.