Tanker

One week before menstruation.....pms lures.... And as menstruation comes...it never comes subtly.... Pains to keep me attached to the bed....are unbarable...in my back....my abdomen...and my muscles.... I am hungry....but...I do not have the stamina to make a simple plate of food... I recall...how baby father used to attend to me...as I was in this state.... We never know what we have until it is lost.....

Kain is who he is Kain and Abel can not be confused....with each other....this sort of brothers they are not... Kain is son of Eve. Seductive...lying....for cruel intentions...purpose to hurt....manipulate.. Kain can never ever be alik Abel.. Nomather how he tries.... It's genes choose  soo carefully...to never be able to...change... It is Eves genes....Eve...was taken by the ribs of Adam.. In spanish Costilla...in Norwegian...Nyre...Its where all the poison of the body is stored.... And the Nyre does not cleanse....like the kidney does... Where all his bodylee junk where stored.... Adam and Lillith where made from the image god.. Unlike Lillith...Eve...is like a fast shape changer.. She can be...whatever she likes.....based on her whim...of the day or if the hour.... Jesus fled to the Arab lands.....because it was the place for God's dream.. Mother Earth.. Godess..daughter of god...Lillith....a place of magic and grace and wonder... Kain kill...

This is a song that I think about....when i am locked up...in mental institution...and can not see my Little Nora...... Nora Jones is the singer/writer Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song A little girl with nothing wrong Is all alone Eyes wide open Always hoping for the sun And she'll sing her song to anyone that comes along Fragile as a leaf in autumn Just fallin' to the ground Without a sound Crooked little smile on her face Tells a tale of grace That's all her own Spinning, laughing, dancing to her favorite song A little girl with nothing wrong And she's all alone