Leg Ends or the Leg that ends the valley or barrage of

October 17, 2009 (C)

Joel Akin

 Once there was a dog who had a hole in the sun. He lived in the hole and never looked out. He knew the moment he did the sun would bite and that would be the end of his soul.

Now the dog had a name and it was Legend and it held the valley of bones of life in the sea and he held up the bones from earth and chewed on them without end.

The valley of bones held the leg ends of some and some where the polly and the pirate but that is another tale for another day.

The price of the legends is the valley of beginnings and it is the valley spoken of in the bible. A legend of bones and a man being asked “Can these bones live?”

Now the question was ‘Can these bones live’ and the answer was “Lord. Thou knowest.’ After all, with God, all things are possible and that means a day when I think not but just enjoy working on this that include filling in pages that need feeling in.

Thus I write of legends but they are legends meant to be ooparts and ooparts based on words so I’ll write down that if you have a legend then it is the price of valley of a call to write it down, write down the area it happened, and send me to work studying the area.

I don’t claim to find things right away but I can find old things like old holes for you to check out in real life. Most of us don’t know what to look for but I have a gift and it is the write of life in the book of life and that is my place of life or my place of existence.

The biggest will of life is that God made a book so big that each person had his name in it. He built up each bit of it and each sort of it and each part. Then he held the line to life to men and held each one to a scribe and thos scribes were the light of the world because they wrote everyday things including in journals and diary’s.

Thos had value but some of the people held the contents as foul and threw them out and that was their right. However history will record they threw out their history and that is the right only of the owner and not his peers or his pals or his friends and especially not the family. If the family throws away a person that is the least of things but the most is the history they throw out each and every day in life with their stuff on it. After all, who is the labor of life to delay the curse of life but the people who are legend?

Legends are people who have the price of the fare up to God. They hold the valley and volley of barrages and the barrages are a place to peek and a place to visit one day. After all, the day may come when barrages exist but the car is missing. We then have a building we can take and turn into a cottage and fix up or a workshop and so on.

As to what the car or vehicle will do is to fade away into time because there is a much better system in flight management and that is the truth of life. Of course flight management is the Flight LAX and that is the price of FLAX or flax and that is the price of just speaking to mom about buying some on sale.

The price of flight management is probably referring to time spent thinking about legends and the fact is legends occur all over the globe. They are legends of time and like all things occur in the dreams of men.

Lets take Alberta as it was long ago when men held the price of it up to God. They were men who fell to a place called a hole and the hole fell and that hole fell and that hole fell until finally it hung over the woman we call Truth. She stood each day at the foot of the grave and saw a way to live. She knew that life was the box of life above and she saw that if each hole was a soul then each soul held the valley of life below it and that was the p particle of life in the grave undergoing metamorphasis.

Now the change of life is the box of a key which holds legends and it is the box of help from a woman named Truth who bears the imprint of life in the foot of the grave waiting for life.