‘Neith it all the primal scream need wail. The happy place is found. The man and his moment has come a savior.

‘Neith it all the primal scream need wail. The happy place is found. The man and his moment has come a savior.

The uglies just waiting and lurking, wild eyed, puffed chest,widened nostrils, searing meanness, rancid meat as hanging snack ….. ahh, the man and his moment.

The killers, the owners, the breakers, the savagers, the whimperers, the rats; the brown shirts, the jack boots, the limped snearers, the sycophants, the toadies, the stompers, chompers, vainglorious horde …. ahh, the man and his moment.

Time evolves. There is straining, bursting, movements to the ebbs and flows of dark kindred spirits and facile leeches, moochers.  There is the martial music, the glare, the grimace, the boiling blood and simpering wants and needs to be captured by the devil and brought to bear on the world that is sane.

The man and his moment.

‘Neith it all the primal scream need wail.

The happy place is found.

The man and his moment has come a savior.

Never am I to leave the happy place.

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