Mexico

I guess the way to life is by way of Tijuana or people of the sea or people of ju wan and that is a port to St. Pierre or St Juan and that is part of Juanna which is part of the July and speak of July.

Now how did the y get in? We think it came in by way of the border. That would be the y road of the chromosome in men or in women.

Of course that is a Mechanoid and they were part of a brigade of soldiers created to bill the way to life. Of course who heard of Mechanoids as the way to life was caught in the cross fire of the Jin for the were the Gen and the Jin of Jinn’s heart.

Jinn was the soldier of time. She had a mother by the name of Katalina and she was also the source of great spills on the wen of time in the name of Olivia. Then she was part of the sea of men who spelled out Elf and they were the elves of sore and nem but they were part of a brigade that refused to bow to time.

They finally had to leave the area we call Greenland because of the bill of cold. It tore into the ranks and gave them spillblane and fill bladder with rank or poor digestion.

Men said the food there was like the food in a cassowary because it carried grit to the grill as much as life. How could you not have grit for the cold wind bore in sand from the Gulf of Port and that was the gulf of a world torn in half. One we now call Tear-ra or terra in the terranical sty of  life.

People of Mechs were also called Mex and they were a Mix of gringo and mexicanos and they were a sore name for the trial of life as we know it.

Men then went to the sea and gave up life for what we call the Gulf of Mexico was the gulf of li and shrimp. The only thing that grew was shrimp and people ate it until they died because no one pulled out the digestion track. Some still eat it but then it was filled with a costly measure for the Mechs and that was the source of their heart and their call in coli. Today we add e to it but then it was the dog trots and they had it bad.

Men might still call it that in the bay of a pig but the way of it is hidden to the sty of men by way of a decoy. One bottle neck of time and one source of misery in a spirit over Mehiko or Mexico as most speak which was called Sir and if you got close then it was Rocco. Sirocco and he was a dry wind which broke up men in sorrow and suffering. He carried the flea of plague as if it were the sea of phlegm.

Men hated him and his grit and they soled their way to the deep of the jungle where it rained incessantly. He who was the Rocco hated wet so he put his sight towards the North.

Then America carried a plague of ice and it soured his relationship with the Elf. They liked the ice but when it dried up in texture it broke into froth and cracks of wen and men chanced life and limp on those limpet mines.

Who would guess you’d vanish in a spell of time or a spell of like for men hated the North so much they built a bridge down below called “Take it” and the “leave it” never arrived.

Mexico is the wen of time. It is the wen of the Az the tec who went into the sea of knowledge. He took the Az and made it part of his coloration in the soul. He took the Az for it was part of the corn we find in maize and sold it for the daze of men in the sea of space and infinity.

Of course Mexico is a wide eyed cockroach of men then who had no gift for claim on superiority but this was before we men named it the Mexico world of men. Then it had no place like home and people had a name for it called Way and Cha and it was the Tchuai Atchecha but Way and Cha is much easier then trying to phonetically build it up to pronounce it.

Now as to its history listen. It wasn’t built by those living now but those who came before. Want to find original decedents then try looking in the grave. They all died. All of them. No one survived the day of men and none of them came up to stake a claim.

That means the real treasure of time is the gold and to those who find it I say “May the finder keep it”.

Not because of any curse or trap but because it is deep by now in the belly of the tree. It will remain there until the tree starts up again.

Men of that time will carry it to their soul as way of a blessing. As to who will find other pots that is yet to be seen.

Now as to arrogant us I claim rights only on what I see and that is by Gods grace.

To people now of Mexico I say forgive me for trying to write your history. You’ve been there for a few hundred of the thousand plus years because you filled in the gap. That is perhaps the best way to describe what Mexico now is. A stop to the gap of life.

08/08/08