==WAR RADIO=

Still in men, radios down, voice of monster of all airways, I shut down. I didn't know how to warn, them or what to say. I said, lots in my mind, then spoke the word;

"WAR..."

After some thought, I said;

"....END."

It was a better, peaceful message, please end war.

Take this tale, light this fable.

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Volumes of men, riding, mocking, monsters like horses. Go up the elevator to next flight to will the place to violence. Invisible demons. The place appeared died.

The kids’ rug a station.

So of the question, they ask of me, ever invisible, but supporting and young, the exasperating problem of making guard against, was as though giving food to a dog. We could do anything, anyone with a bright idea, and we overcome it. I expected it would come back forever. I saw the end of me, but it was nice living. I was sticking up into funny, burnt birdies, the prostitutes were down at 4.00 for eating, revolving around my door in the passenger seat of invisible men.

Rather than be against the neighbours, bring their feeling in, by hollering guilt, and the down attitudes would make them aware of something happening at least. The old sacks next door were useless, so I called Town-wide. You think that they understand, Individual 'couples' won't, and mass callings are fun for everyone, even when fighting evil is an entertainment. They had no fear. The door was closed on them, but It could suck out doors, and work its way in the small places. Like the life, or the mind.

I let them decide what to do, they were safely away from me, so I didn't really know much of what they had done. Just that they believed.

I blamed them a lot, said, all of you need to know fascism, and let em sleep, what good is that? Their quiet going together, in the world. And there to give without, worrying what I felt, a flight to them, where paths are lifted, not slapped up, with are you 'flying up?', or that they would be lesser in their golden worlds. Safety, was sleep for me, I took a way of going from the whole situation.