Locked out of my blog. Imagine standing with passwords zipping by
No substance , no suitcase, a quick rinse, ooo dressed in clean couture, a skirt with a tidal wave hem, pumps broken in.
There’s not a tear in the sky, I drift by. Wait
Meeting to update white arms
Sky attack won
Land attack follow me, clearing the way
Now, bugles, moved by a powerful force from behind
Go, go nonevasive? Not
I’m shot, joking
Stroking my long hair, bare
And sizzling, someone I never knew b4
Endorsed by a following of incredible minds
Born in black holes, out of horrific times
Left behind is the slime
Feel brighter, lighter
Aside, moo moo the Hathors are here.