Beauty

Someday she would manage to change the world. Not today, but in time Sarah would be important. She didn't know how, she would have to work on it. And then everyone would speak her name. She was prepared for this and that although now was the time to manage all of her karma. The karma that would get her by. It was going to be a time crunch, something that could be done with help from her neighbors and friends. Sarah put a smile on someone's face today, a good deed gone wrong. She was in the dirt and she dreamed of him everyday, which was fine with her. The tattoos that she put on her body represented the courage that Sarah was going to need for total domination. These words are flowing out of her mind as a temple of authority.

Two day without a shower was going to motivate her into doing something for the day. Or lead her into further depression. Dragging Sarah through the mud. Her lover Tom wanted her to overcome her bad vibes. He wanted her to become the most that she could be. They both loved each other very much and the beast that they created together would rule the world.

It was dark outside and shivery. Hopefully they could go inside and warm up. And start to love each other again. What's your name. It's new years with a side of bullshit. A creator that could not create the mansion. A mansion with a view. Her father was nowhere in sight for her childhood, but she did not need him anymore. She had outgrown him. The lack of courage was nowhere in sight. Although it did not mean nothing for her. She would have knocked him out if she had ran into him now.

Halfway through the lyrics and rhyme. Not sure what was left for Sarah and Tom. But this was not going to be the end of the beast. It was just the beginning of an aftermath.

Biased they both were together. Arresting the development they had created, it was a chance to relapse into something that was about to blow up anyways. Tom rang in at 204 pounds. His alter ego rang in at 205. They were a match made in heaven and he wasn't going to change it anyways. They put a whole bunch of crap on the table for anyone to pick up and spread the disease of a century.

Changing the act into over-time. He had to work extra hard to create and ego for his lover. It wasn't about to become a leisurely past-time. The goals they create for each other adapted into another level.

It looked like the crew had eaten brownies this morning that must have been a tasty treat. Yummy and gooey to boot. They have a creative writing session some time during the month. Tom was going to attend it and try to learn more about his trait. Knowledge was something that was agitating. The spitfire growth spurt could command an army and the nicotine helped them relax and meditate. A psych doctor would smoke too probably to ease the stress of talking to a whole bunch of crazy people all at once. That is alright, we all need our own outlet to command.

Almost done with the first story that is so cool. It did not take very long this is going to be a breeze. A platitude of compliance. They were giving both of them confidence. Which is also awesome. Time to have a smoke and start another story.