everest is dead.. the mountains have risen.. the marshes have arised.. the narrows have closed..

.. the death of marga has been a closing of the narrows.. we are never going to sleep the sleep of nude maleficient.. we are thinking many things about Macbeths of tomorrows tomorrows tomorrows.. the finality of many tomorrows.. the areisen rites of many fancies of whimsies death death and more death among the violets.. the morrows of risen time are in the morrows of fancies risen .. I think it is never going to be enough.. enough... enough.. the time of many iris is the finality of being a good nice woman nude who is Macbeth a nude lady of time.. a tammuz.. a tammuz.. a tammuz.. a final tammuz who is the naked scorching of the serpent.. ahh.. the serpent is scorched not killed .. the finality of many times are the rising of the crust the CRESTS of time.. of toothpaste arisen of fantastic fine.. of FANTASTIK great and mystical caves of arisen osamas... the nightliness of nudeness in the nude woman's mourning caves of Osama..

Obama is dead...