Notebook 3

Screech, BOOM! Parts fly, not here nor there, but everywhere. The explosion dawns before the day is drawn. The midnight air so chilling and dark. Lights flashing, people screaming. Am I awake, or is she dreaming. I don't know the difference between an accident and conditionally on purpose. Controlling controllers filling the world with fear and envy. She stole my karma, and my intrigue as well. Availability and stability with a simpleton's touch. The day breaks like fire through wicker, the days fog is like a corn field in a scary movie, it's getting thicker and thicker. If God is an Astronaut, does that make Neil Armstrong divine?