The United States of Isarna

This is the United States of Isarna. A confederation of different entities: ego, heart, soul, boogers, breath, friction, past and present. Controlled by the supreme power of the future I have come here to learn the lesson not yet learnt. Fire in my mind and ice on my feet let all those foolish kids that want the name Wavy Gravy know that it is unoriginal as the idea of anthrax in your cocaine. Molly is the name of a little girl, dog, mouse or cat and it smells like wasted flesh, very similar to death. This sick dance of ability is a test. The worst nightmare of us all is to use a muscle that is weak. Pick up that club, caveman, and bash in the head of ignorance with sly and subtle grunts and grins. Cause if your thirsty for water, you don't drink blood and then hide the gloves. If we where to sit at a card table Death would sit at the opposite end. Ra, Gandhi, Mao, and Machiavelli would be the on the left and Barry White, Sinatra, James Brown and Dionysus would be on the right. The spectators would be our ancestors and the ghost of Charlie would be behind my seat. Our chip stacks would be made of memories and I would be beat. Throwing down a dead man's hand, Death will snatch me ball headed until Gandhi points out that the full house on the board is mine. I just so happen to win this time so in this war your either with me or you don't exist. Non-Recognition is a method not a solution so I am not a complete bitch. Welcome all you spy's and masterminds to the United States of Isarna. Keep your spiritual and mental poverty, diseases, and sheep unless they are roasted and stuffed with garlic. It's the only way to keep the social vampires away.