Future The Hunter

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I traveled the world to see any sign I can of an indignant behavior towards humans. A foretelling excursionist spat the great white that once exited spirits inside me and was to fire what the night laughing ahead of me in the midnight said. Ted was told to stay with me to make sure I didn't laugh or catch fire getting lost in the scuffle. He danced around the circle and saw what was to come. He also decided to cherry pick over what I said with an interesting tale to the merry surroundings we engaged in. I always said the logical starter ended the conversation; but he said it was just the beginning; the night wasn't over. There would be people calling us; a reckoning; bringing loudness and forgiveness like a basket of vegetables to the season surrounding those who would not yet pray or travel without understanding why. I found myself afraid with fear of the lepers. They move and change with age. They speak in the first person without one lifetime narrow and alternatives with regards towards the first person. Not a leader but a sinner; a sinner of old bias and sympathy. A sinner that never dies; he and they are transferred to the justice that decides for them what citizens they shall become; clouding himself with synonymous names like eagerness and obsession; a sinner that has every dimension of wisdom with little use for it.

Fighter is he who searches for that elusive brass ring; the calling of the wild; the visual and stunning brilliant arrogance; that of the forsaken wretched. The dumbwaiter; the candle, the lipstick marked with lessons in decor. They move in the light without changes in character; life is altered some ways as if it was never meant to be. The more things change; the more they stay the same.