Benjamin Buffett

  To the goal I am believing achieving in my present time,  Moving in the moment enjoying thine,  Playing pretend pretending play Imagining the scenes painting the landscape  Where I am ideally making creating love,  fucking you, enjoying two my mind in the clouds above. To the goal, I breathe is living proof, believing, achieving is present time, moving in the moment, enjoying being fine, every breath a step, each glance a flame. I play pretend, pretending play, painting the landscapes showing my rise, imagining scenes, folding my hands, molding stirring color, shaping worlds from the rhythm vibrating now. between the notes, You see I am ideally making, creating love passionate come mind producing joyous fire, one made into two living light.

    Portland Fire, Every ideal thought masterfully joyfully lovingly dominatingly, come to me now Bringing Portland Fire.  Dear Father in Heaven all surround Creator of, for, being breathing spark me,  Ignitioning Champion ships,  Bringing forth fourteen beautifully for you perfect winds.  Being arrow I.  Tindering.  Flaming Me sea.  Every ideal thought, masterful, joyful, loving, dominating, arrives in me now a  Will I met river one, winning  brilliance sparking, crown. Bringing Portland Fire, a flame flaming dancing rolling inspiring drums from heaven’s sky. Thank you Father, all heir surround creator of, for, being, breathing spark into me, ignitioning championship, igniting crowns upon your waters. My mind. From your breath come fourteen winds, beautiful, perfect, carrying your voice. I standing arrow, straight sure, breathing thinking loving you piercing horizon being vow. Tindering, flaming, I am the sea set a...

  Creativity thrives in light moments, For this being is law: My words are pure flow, My vision is forward only — no return, no repeat, always expansion. My image is regal, magnetic, mining gold in reel, every visual carries my presence. My signature, Art Baby Blue , is eternal, impressing upon all creation. Every scene, every phrase, every color is legacy, art, making love creating law fucking motion. Who enters this space enters my court. I scribe here preparing history. I think speaking  clear creating forth wording eternity.

  Thank you Father, For my dreams beautifully unfolding,  Into butterflies crystallizing before and into I.  For my visions opening like wings, chrysalis clear as glass,  Light pattern flickering through. The womb before you, The great pass through,  Entering becoming I, butterflies crystallizing, light to ear. Within, I glow, Suns gathering my chest, Each one a yes made real. I walk the sky kissing the field to lift, Strengthening wings brushing time into now, Joy circling my name, for me enjoining fame. All praise flows upward and through, Your breath is my breathing, Your might is my light, Your love is I, living, being form.

  Sometimes I wonder, Do I see ladies on clouds looking at me? To only smile knowingly,  Enjoyingly appreciating who they be, Presenting our future presently, to thee.  I wonder sometimes where, There, my eyes sees ladies resting upon clouds, Soft silhouettes gazing up down lustfully me, Their faces lit with smiles that know. They beam and gleam jiggling light like snow, Their laughter tickling my sky, Enjoyingly appreciating who am I.

  For you my fan,  Who gives an ear to hear my word,  Hoping knowing coming to life,  Living through picture image imagining you. Yes the ideal fucking dominating best,  Being cause, being we,  Be. My fan, for you,  Ear tuning my words into spark, You catch thy sight and hold it tight, Hoping, knowing, bringing breath to light. Picture forms, Image turns to motion, motion turns to now, I see you alive in the frame, And the second, becomes the world we share. I speak, the air bows open, You glow in center, Our signal rising like a drum flying wings. We mark the sky with a simple truth, We choose, we move, we shine, we win. Yes, the ideal, fucking, dominating best, Being cause, being we, Be.

  As my infantile Foetus manifests itself from the Liquor Amnii,  In the womb of thy Mother,  Sow the earths germinate from  the  universal ether, astral fluid,  For the womb of the Universe.  My Cosmic children, sea are the alpha inhabitants,  Are first nuclei,  then ovules, then mature, Become Mothers in turn, gradually  being mineral, vegetable, animal, and becoming human forms.  From  centre to circumference, from the imperceptible to the  microscopic  vesicle,  To the uttermost conceivable limits of the Cosmos,  These  glorious alpha dominating atomic thinkers,  Create love merging into Cycle,  contained in containing an unbroken series, The Boundless and  the Infinite, for. End there is None. Yet one. My seed breathing love, lovingly.  As my infantile Foetus manifests itself from the Liquor Amnii, In the womb of thy Mother, Sow the earths germinate from the universal ether,...