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Shimmer

Show me how, my knee's can touch, Shouldn't I just be so much? Last one around, he take me for a coward. Still, at peace, in A rut.

Let all that was with doubt, sleep On a pillow sound. I came up between You both; tattered, dirty clothes. Shouldn't that just make you Proud.

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Little Story

     One warm fall day the young boy found a nice little spot along a pond, with many different rocks scattered across it's edge. It wasn't too hot out, but warm enough to cause his purple pop sickle to melt and with each drop that would try to escape down his palms he would quickly catch with his tongue. 

     After a short while he finally found a nice rock to sit upon and enjoy the rest of his Popsicle. The next moment the boy heard a rustling just beyond where the grass met the dirty pond shoreline. He drew his Popsicle, holding it mightier than a knight would hold his sword. He was ready to face the ferocious beast. Without even a sound the beast leaps out from behind the grass giving the young boy no time to swing his blade, he fell upon his butt.

      Looking up to the sky the boy wondered if it were him who had been slayed, he wasn't too sad about it though kinda chill about the whole ordeal. After a few minutes of hearing this repeated clicking sound he turned his head to see. There stood the beast a whole couple inches off the ground, it was terrifying and more green than a kiwi. It was a frog, snapping it's tongue at any fly in it's reach. The boy crawled over to it ever so slowly with whatever bits of life may still be running through his veins. The kiwi frog looked at him and he finally realized it may not be a beast at all and he may not be dead. "Strange." the boy said to the frog. "You lick up all the flies, just like I lick up all the Popsicle juice." As a sign of peace the boy offered the frog a lick of his Popsicle. The frog slowly let out it's tongue, keeping an eye on the boy as no creature was to be trusted near the harsh waters of the pond; the frog knew this from experience. But when it tasted the Popsicle it was quite delighted by the taste. "You like it froggy?" The frog barked back at the boy. "I see. Then come with me a gots lots of Popsicle! These flies don't deserve us."

     With that the boy and his little kiwi frog left all of the flies to do whatever the fuck it was that flies did, but they had better things to do.

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Writing Prompt

: You're allowed to steal from stores at the mall. The security guards don't care. They're there to shoot the mannequins if they come to life.

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ACT I

The slog placed on my list of burdens during the morning due to that early onset of blissful grog was nothing new to me. If anything I became thankful for it weighing my face down into the slab of chipped marble that was my counter as I attempted to preform daily hygiene using the toothbrush. See I already know I'm ugly, no need to dwell on it. Nor my teeth for that matter and stacking on top of that continuing to waste all of this time sitting next to a slumbered me would make me late for my first day at my new job. There it goes again that sloggie beast just passing by flipping me off, don't feel bad you sad husk of a beast I hate me too. I hate me so much today that I awoke this morning, right now, with the same grinning monster looking right at me. Victory is yours today slog. Well I also suppose it was yours yesterday too, but last Wednesday I never woke up, because I never went to bed. Victory.

Oh how leaving my wonderful mess of sea blue sheets and bits of popcorn poking at my bum was very oh so much saddening, but duty calls. I looked at my cat Tibblez on the floor next to my bed laying on top of my shoes that I majestically slid out of as I sprawled into my resting place last night. Last night. Last night was a long one, I got all dressed up and went to wonderful restaurant to meet my mother and siblings for a rewarding meal and conversation about my new employment. No one showed up and I had some rolls and pasta, overall the meal was a bit too salty for such a fine dining establishment; part of me rings food is food. Once arriving back at my apartment I took off my watch then stood in the shower with the water on the hottest setting it could muster and peered down at my garb, my ensemble unappreciated.

Knowing I had a new job to start today I managed to quickly get done with all of my morning activities such as: feeding Tibblez; he liked wet food in the morning and dry at night. Brushing my teeth, finding a food on the pyramid to jam down my feeding hole, shaving that section between my eyebrows and putting on clothes so I could appropriately walk outside of home. As I stepped out of my apartment door I had the pleasure of not running into anyone strolling about to gaze at me and the elevator was for bitches so I took the stairs, I hope to one day be faster than an equestrian with these climbs and descends I tend to make a habit of. Not that I've never used the elevator. One floor, then two. I have been living on the third floor in room 307. Once reaching the bottom of the floor sequence you can then leave through the lobby or choose to be adventurous and continue your momentum down into the lower sanctum of the structure. Today, like everyday that has came since I moved into this complex, I chose to exit into the wonderful world of lobbies. No hustle and bustle or snacks or well any signs of an appropriate lobby. It was a mess with a little sign that read “UNDER CONSTRUCTION”

Today was the first day at my new job that I had just gotten my big human paws on and I was prepared to begin the gnawing process. My interview was two weeks ago and I didn't have much trouble it would seem earning the spot at this nice little spot of a mall close to my complex on the east side of town. With my kind of record, experience and resuméI had been finding it rather difficult to land a nice spot so I could try to build anew. But here we were at the front end sliding doors and from there to the back of the store where I could place my stuff on and blend into the working environment, into society really.

The security room was down a not too long of hallway with a blue scratched up door and a horizontal sign that read “security” across it. This is where I was supposed to enter in order to welcome myself into the first day of my job I had supposed, I looked around myself a bit and couldn't find a better way to move forward with that task, so I opened the blue door. “There you are. Nice to see you managed to find our little spot in time for the morning shift.” There were three men looking at me when I entered into the room and the one speaking was an older gentleman with a dusty white beard and the chest of a young construction worker. “Happy to be a part of the team here sir.” My response was just as I practiced, strong and polite. With a small grunt the younger man on his left got up and walked into a small closet and pulled out of it: one black shirt, a yellow jacket, a white ball cap, and a pair of red chucks. All this shit was my size too. “Nice bro you already gave your size, smart move cause some cats don't put it on the paper and we have to ask them a question about the dressing.” We both looked at the stack of stuff placed on the table as the other two stared at their cups of joe to get that slog off their backs.

We all left as one unit in our gear, my first day in gear had me feeling some of that pride you can hear about. Before we departed out little haven of the mall that lay behind the blue door we already had a game plan. The right side man from the gray beard who had greeted me, pulled out a map of the area in which we were employed at and placed it on the table we all had gathered about. “Listen up young blood cause I ain't repeating what had already past been said you hear me? We have four men now so we can play doubles rather than being oddball we can begin to form solid groups, this hasn't been possible in the last two months okay; hopefully our guy upstairs can pull another good soldier out of the dirt and we can form platoons or something out here. Alpha team which will be our fresh slice here and you Lamont, y'all gon start at the Tops Are Hot store in the far corner of the second floor. Me and dusty neck over here are working this bottom level. Please throw a shout over the walkie talkie if anything of note should arise. Alright.” We all nodded looking at the map.

Alpha was my team name, we were Alpha team and from what I had gathered out of the map reading is this was the first time for even team balance since two months previous to today. Alright then my mans name was Lamont. Once reaching the second floor of the mall we began progressing toward our instructed goal to begin our patrol. “Okay listen up here young doe, we start from the back and comb each sector until we reach the front where we report down to B eta then comb front to back.” I chimed in, “Making sure to get each sector right.” Lamont looking over to me, “Yeah get em' right.” He wiped his nose with a cupped claw and passed me the baton slamming my head to the right I noticed some ruffians up in the cosmetics store getting all up in some eyeliner, filling their pockets till they had to remove shoes just for that space it contained within the structure which encapsulated the human foot for both style and practicality.

“Lamont, over yonder we got some ruffians filling their pockets, practically looks like they bout to move on down to their shoes with it next.” The continuous sound of our feet let me know something was amiss. “Let em, them fellas know what's good for them they'll clear out before noon comes. Moms probably took a couple from pop over on their side.” I knew in my head that they were doing something bad but I knew in my wallet that this didn't make any sort of sense. The merchandise we were losing had to be damaging to the mall correct. A few moments later as we passed out of their view I could hear screams echoing from that direction and in front of me I could see the Tops Are Hot store sign at the end of the way. It's neon glow lit me up to the point I barely recognized the machine gun on top of sandbags placed at the front entrance. “Must be about noon.” Lamont said.

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Tomato

I wrote a letter with no speckles of ink. On the night when it finally dried, Nothing conveyed and I wasn't surprised. To read the letter back I had to hold It between my hands. With the lightest of grips It shred into the bits.

I feel nothing for the letter and nothing For myself. To write another one would be a waste, This one is perfect for me. If only the page would read back the Way it intended to be.

This wouldn't be the letter you Read to me.

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From Lack of Water

I'm past the point of a careful man,

I'm past the day after holiday,

I'm past the life that you're creating,

My voice has beat the dawn today.

And it means something for the 'morrow,

Let it beat something in your heart.

Could you be someone at tomorrow,

We can see the light of our sun is bright.

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“Untitled” Song

[Verse 1]

Simple things don't come to me so easy. Know that rain, never falls too fast. If you just take that chance to believe me. You can do things on your own it's not so bad.

I cannot find a reason to stay; There are no better options to take. "Your place is on this pedestal, And we revolve around it like a sliding door.

[Chorus]

Your moment will come, I see your moment will come. Your moment will come, I see. Things will get better in the end.

[Verse 2]

Pieces lay, ground do not break, I don't shake. On a stake your mind is placed, till the end. I never think or write a song, I just begin; When it's old then it's done, never friend to an object. Can't breathe kin to the concept. Can't rewrite history so why rhyme less? At the end of a sprint and my dance is a flex. Broke niggas listen up, I got bands in my vest.

Who gone stock my bank, who gone rob my tank? Aye. Solo with no ring, put a glock into your brain. Bang. Arrow round my head, keep these bitches safe. I ain't got no one greeting me at my place. Dog it's raw out here have you read the news, If I was bitch like you I would be flipping through channels too. Brick wall and I drain niggas, Flushing shit like assholes after christmas. Only one not caught between your eyes on your bitch shit. Fuckin' with a legend you might get lifted.

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Still a work in progress..

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Poem : Minute

Touching, yet lurking to feel. Sliding, but repelled on the fret. Noisy, still no vibration. Agape, without contents.

Enclosed, written by emotion. Looking, giving appearance by others. Motion, as sharp as a razor. Ending, in blood.

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Get Archer Down

[Chorus]

What you know, how you playin' boy? I'm Kitty Katin'. I leave niggas on the sidewalk, Like a fuckin' matress. If I lay upon these stacks, Then my wrist hang. Packed up the whole crib, In a briefcase.

I can't fuck on with some lame shit, Nah I ain't actin. They catch me drippin' off a cold spoon, When you know I do magic. Steady yoinkin' on ya box, Bruh the beats slay. Next wave I get shrimp, Niggas be safe.

[Verse One]

Doinkin' straight blades, I can walk with these. Do a summer salt, Knock a bitch off, Take her wallet. These needs I need. I. Need. kerosene. More fire than I spit, Cause my slit is fuckin' drip. I ain't learn shit. Might as well take a life, Bitch nigga run his wife, When you meet your God, I bet you gonna stand tall. Runnin' though pockets, Sucka ass hatin'' locket life pussies.

Said I'm getting all that young respect, Hommie on the tech, 12 and I ain't need a vest. I'm strapped, Like ya bitch need sex. Quarter made into a whole pound, Chains on me like a decorated crown.

Said who in case always be smilin' When the reason not here. Is in turn an enemy twords, Resident facing state. A bucket list I love, yet they hate?

[Verse Two]

Second verse I do this shit, Like I'm an addict. Extendo times two, Bobbin' to get added. I hate my life more than you, So it must have been tragic. But by the time I double up, My tooth gold and I'm next sabbath. Nuts breakin', heart breakin', Love I'm takin'. I read all and I leave Justin on a pay race. I keep heart and I leave niggas on a day day. Early morning I wake up and get my head straight.  

Before I get back to what, We callin' it magic. I ain't no victim to balls, But this nigga sad dick. And I can't even fuck wit y'all, Come on we laugin'. Your life is jokein' as fuck, We poor as garbage. I'm steady dunkin' on y'all, Yeah I am Kobe. And I'm laughing and all with my tongue out, Scared I'm 'bout to drip a ball, My dick a myth child.

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Poem : Tug

Movement controls my breath,

And Without my feet I would

find myself walking in silence.

The drawn world,

Like a firearm;

I allow it to escape from beneath me.

Somebody pull the rug.

Yet being a man I can beg,

but will not plead.

To meet the string maker.

Does fear drive me not to tug

Or am I incapable?

Thoughts of being “not good enough.”,

March to their battlements

as I meet tomorrow.

With each day we rest,

Then begin anew.

To love a life.

Tug.

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Preface

I was born in 1997 and my given name is Justin Taylor English, one and all will address me by what is mine. With you all and here soon enough to be a lucky student of the internet as the 2000's age rounded the corner, but shot far too soon to be given equal rights and liberty; as promised to a child growing up in this modern country that is grounded in the North American continent and known as the United States of America. A country where we are protected under one flag that is held by our one true God; the same phrase we use to those who we so diligently give our money to. Since Gods, Kings and the reinforced Queens all fall under me, one may assume that it would only be right for one such as he who bares the name that I have since been given and laid claim unto as mine, brings forth the initiation to claim the land in which he is promised. Just before the rug is pulled and we all fall under the cataclysm that is pulling energy from the children of the world to feed the egos of those who wish to live but not to partake in the world that they have chosen to siphon life from. How was I to know as a child looking forward to what my planet was offering that I was entering a gated education system that will only give to those who are willing to pay and hand over their future earnings to promote the same system? This system, which is used to build people in order to survive during life, is also one that is built to collect just enough information on them to relax tendency and help set the table to lay the other lambs on the table alongside some cabbage. Without pressing the point of consciousness or the reason as to why I have to be monitored in order to display something that would be far too easy to understand if only one gave up the appeal of living forever and came to address the point that the gifts we have been given are ours to take and not receive. What a person does with their things is of a personal matter you would say if another would try to touch the things that you play with, because you are in the right. That works until you’re wrong and what’s yours now falls under the control of another who will instruct you on what is right and wrong. My time spent here isn’t to introduce me, Justin Taylor English, to life or for you to learn about myself in terms of who I am, who I want to be or how I see myself when I awake, because we all awaken to our true face, until we peer into a mirror and see a reflection that may require surgery or even worse bring ridicule and give to a displeasing experience of life unto us; you wouldn’t care. It’s so you can come to terms with the information that yours will soon be ending and as you look around, these are the people who helped shape it. Honor them. The children of the future relayed unto me; Improve my quality of life, fore I am born with the concept.

“And the peaches and the mangos you could sell for me.”  - Frank Ocean

When the flame dawned upon man I’m certain there was a brightly set confusion all around the table that still has the spark to reach to us today. With that spark brings a perpetual assimilation of what I predict is the conversation they had with each other in the language they spoke at the time, probably relayed something like “What the hell is going on?” Bursts of confusion are exciting and scary and amazing, they are what lead to many new ideas and have brought forth the room you are sitting in today; a bunch of confused, amazing collection of cells learning to live, create, love and eventually die together. A beautiful display, that we have silently reveled in for a very long time and all of our children know, or should know; that feeling of the flame that each person and animal carries inside of them. Yet the mystery of the moment is as to why we can’t feel the heat of our consciousness; even as the two lay pressed together the only sustained flow is one of another and never true adaptation of the reflected soul. This can lead to many things, the most important of which is called power. Power to change the way people see and behave just by appealing or pushing them away from things with what may be ill intentions or one’s that only the shepherd can decide for the herd; at least the wolves are at bay for now. A flock of birds rests upon the beach and the waves dare not disturb their beautiful rest for they are not moved. Watching such sights can bring emotional value to some of us and other may never see it, that doesn’t matter; the point is that it happens. With such sights a plenty we can only wonder as to why the stars that light our sky, or the sun whom gives us heat just aren’t enough for some and these people desire more. There is a need of all living things to stay alive, it is a prime directive and one that is not lost no matter how complex a system may grow to the point of the fact that nothing really ever dies, it’s actually killed; every time. Now that we have escaped our revolution around the cycle that requires us to consume, grow, and pass. We can finally begin to form a place that has been dreamed of since the first collection of texts was read. Yet the desire to do so is met the with the present reality that the heat and water that supplies your castle and that land at the park your kids play on is paid for by the gods who sit at home after a long day’s work and watch the television, rather than giving those kids running amuck an actual chance to a future that doesn’t involve store bought beer.

Me, myself, I’m still a child as I’ve been called to those who chose to look down on me past the fear of their guarded territory, just as their parents and their government has done to them. It hurts to see these kids, your children who would call for you when they were young, laughed at by society and by the ones who brought them into this place we call life or better yet to the dirt of our Earth that we share together. Nobody wants to lose, but one day that light will go out and we need to do something about it, so why are you a concern still? Where do unions stand in a capitalist society? From the way that I hear it, here in the year 2020, they make others such as African Americans and homosexuals sound more like a business then anything that has to put up with the stones they are thrown forever. Many people will live a life, but to all those who stand in line I would like it to be known that no tears should fall from your eyes; as for the reason? You didn’t try. Giving up is not a solution or excuse, it’s just something I hope more people do, that way progress can be made rather than an attempt to halt someone from doing their jobs. Is it the police or the government you are angry about or your own parents in an anger that will be pushed further down to create a solid ground for those who wish to walk this land. Since I’m sure you have no concern over what those children think about when out running amuck without guidance or purpose allow me to explain it to you. It’s a collection of the same ideas that pass through your mind every time you begin to think. Some people in our world will grow up and become strong and productive members of society, some of us aren’t allowed to because others still need to bleed in order to reinforce the bank account of a man who your only mission is to please, that way you can be reminded every time you hear a tune on the radio or watch a movie that this is your life. The one we made together, discomfort is normal as that hand is pressed upon yours, but you’ll leave soon so I wouldn’t be concerned if I was you. Understand that the people of our world would like to hear from me, but refuse, I, Justin Taylor English, a proper education that is needed to form new ideas rather than paddle like a dog that still enjoys the swamp water because the rich blue has been denied from you. Please don’t feel sorry for anyone but yourself as I have too taken those tax dollars from you to promote a healthy realization of the education that has given you the power to rest instead of being a parent or a guiding member of the community, which we share. Forgive me so that once more us both can feel the comforting solace that comes with night, until the sun rises.

Anger can be bought, yet jealousy is earned. Would you like to be dazzled by the display of our universe or the hands of the creators that have helped to shape the society in which we live in? So would I. And the reason as to why that opportunity to open my mind, an ability that we haven’t learned to do ourselves and is still the lords blessing of virginity hasn’t been reached by men because we refuse to work hard and instead like to contest every change that happens to bring the reality that we can stay put and live in fear. As the cancer eats away at our bodies we can only explain to those children, who will soon be killed, that God has a different plan for them; only for the reality that it is your genetics that committed the murder with a smile upon your face as you allowed a train to depart with no tracks laid just a mile forward. The desire for those who are alive now to take life away from others bewilders me; the dead are food not predators. You on the other hand are an alien and can fire when ready. May the saints of the falling stripes bless the bed that you lay upon so that you can continue to monitor your mundane life as it appears you have no plans of stepping outside of your comfort zone and choose to instead bring others down into a somber place where you can lay them to rest. There are evils in this world and things that need to change, suicide, a route in which I wish more people who fit this description hope to take and maybe next time we will be ready for them as long as you leave a sticker by the door telling us what your life was and we should be ready for you. The willing force of people to fain sorrow or understanding, but with the statement of life at their teeth is not a pleasing one to see in people that grown old with it intertwined. A creature who has been blinded for an entire life, only leads to the relief that death will carry for it as I can see vividly even as a child who does not understand that there isn’t much for you to learn from here or that you may ever learn in our world. Maybe you just need to take a look at the other things that live, breathe and think just like you and are beside you and on your plate to understand how much you don’t matter. It is you, the sin, in which my life was forsaken for; please die.

Love,

Justin Taylor English

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VI

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I Pity The Fool

I hope that one day we can learn to appreciate inner beauty, particularly in relation to our languages. The wonders of proper articulation and education will not only brighten up the conversation you carry, but your person as well. I think most of these egos of ours are doing just fine without you pretending to have control while your life suffers.

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Books I’ve Recently Enjoyed

Maybe I Do - Nicole McLaughlin

Micro - Michael Crichton & Richard Preston

Eclipse - Stephenie Meyer

Fifty Shades of Grey - E L James

The Fault in Our Stars - John Green

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking Glass - Lewis Carroll

Girl out of Water - Laura Silverman

The Bible

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Tale

INTRODUCTION

     Twas a bleak beginning to the adventure that came forth with the rise of dusk. Oliver placed his hands over his eyes and relented a slightly agape sigh, there was no time to morn; this tale for revenge had begun. As his family tree burned behind him he could sense that nothing was lost as the acorn in his heart burned brighter. The last thing he could remember seeing as he escaped the hole he once called home was his newborn brother burning as it lay atop it's mother. "But to now have all of the weight now stack upon my nuts, why God?" Oliver turned his back and took the first step towards the fading sun.

     One little paw, then two little paws. That was how squirrels walked. Oliver's tree was hand picked by his late grandfather somewhere around twenty years ago, during the Damp Age; where the ground was so soggy all the dirt turned to mush and fell ever so deeply further underground. Oliver could only dream of all the acorns that may still lay dormant till this day in squirrel history. To survive this pit fall the then young squirrel named Simion gathered all his nuts and ran as far as he could towards greener pastures, this is where he found a lone tree left to think about the crimes of the world all alone. He would keep it company till his dying day and so should his offspring. But now all has fallen. All Oliver knew.

     "Honestly what am I doing? How far can these paws carry me until I need to gather? I'm no predator. Father, what do I do?" As Oliver looked up in the sky to the coming night he could only see stars and a big circle. He plopped down, butt to ground, pulling his knees up to meet his teeth as he began to moisten the cap. Occasionally enjoying a good lick or two. "The ashes of my mother." He began to cry small somber sobs but no tears, not this time. Before he could even begin to unleash his inner wind that had been so wound up just from the moments previous to this very one, in this frame of time, where the sound of a bird could be heard overhead.

     Quickly Oliver rolled over and stumbled to his feet just as the first impact hit. Splat! A little almost hit his right leg, would have been a suffocating blow. One paw, then two paws. This was how squirrels survived and Oliver was no different. That channeled inner wind carried Oliver further and onward as the sound of more bird bombings could be heard, yet becoming more faint in the coming steps. Now on all fours, the full sprint had been achieved, tail active in ways only nature could predict, acting as a guide almost for Oliver. "There! Aim for the tail!" The head bird shouted, it was clear. They planned on killing this young squirrel by way of poo suffocation. The reason why may be unknown to our hero Oliver though, for you see he was a sheltered squirrel, back in the dome.

     After Simion found that lone thoughtful tree, in the center of the greener pastures he had left to seek, during the Damp Age. He had vowed to keep his clan safe and for his new found Tight Faction, which they called themselves, to not take part in other squirrel and bird affairs alike. The bitterness they brought with their war was like a winter that would never end. Though Simion's faction never grew past more than six members, Simion died with the belief that it would serve a purpose and stand on it's own in a tightly knit fashion. The slogan "Brothers, from front to back. No hawkin!" Was adopted and they would cheer it during different times throughout the Tight Faction's short lived history.

     Kablam! Bloosh! More and more poo fell, but the strong winded orders of the head bird fell behind for now Oliver was past the greener pastures that Simion had found, the boy sprinted back into the forest. Whatever lurked in there couldn't turn the heat up anymore, Oliver was most likely sure of this. That would be the reason he didn't just eat a face load off smothering poo back at the greener pastures that Simion had stumbled into, that lay before the lone tree lost in thought who seemed to be reflecting on the worlds crimes as Simion had thought to have been done. The moisture was gone and so was Oliver's big wind.