my own prison
Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2014 3:55 pm
old Blackman had junkyard ...he actually would go to junk yard and get stuff to bring home
looked like James Earl Jones ...I was with a couple friends ...they were coming and going out of shop, and I went out back looking for them in junk yard
I heard a little girl ...then saw a little black girl ...at least at first
then it was a raggedy Ann style stuffed doll with braids, but was black
it was taunting me and saying,,, you will never make it, your too old and not good enough
I walked towards it, then it ran ...I ran after it thinking what a little brat ...I will take her to the junk man
then it fell over and was not alive
told friends and when I did, Holy Spirit came on all of us very powerfully ...they said uh oh don't tell the junk man ...but then later they changed there minds and said you better tell him
I was waiting my turn ...I guess every came to talk to junk man ...I let a monkey climb on my back while waiting ...then it got off me
then I went out to tell him ...he said she used to be alive ...she died and I put her over here
we were standing by a purple car that started transforming into different models of muscle cars first a Challenger
my thought he was giving it to me ...the way he was talking and standing by it and ...I don't know had a feeling about it because of how he was leaning on it ...and how was looking at me and how it was changing ...it was like he was talking to me about it
thought went through my mind ...why does he get these old cars ...it was junk ...and then I saw that it was a 57 Chevy station wagon that had a profession constructed racing frame, that was worth a lot of money ...it was in perfect condition ...even black chrome ...the paint was very pretty too ...even though the metal of was crinkled in spots like it had been painted after crashing ...woke heard... "fisher of men"
song I heard playing was "my own prison" by Creed
looked like James Earl Jones ...I was with a couple friends ...they were coming and going out of shop, and I went out back looking for them in junk yard
I heard a little girl ...then saw a little black girl ...at least at first
then it was a raggedy Ann style stuffed doll with braids, but was black
it was taunting me and saying,,, you will never make it, your too old and not good enough
I walked towards it, then it ran ...I ran after it thinking what a little brat ...I will take her to the junk man
then it fell over and was not alive
told friends and when I did, Holy Spirit came on all of us very powerfully ...they said uh oh don't tell the junk man ...but then later they changed there minds and said you better tell him
I was waiting my turn ...I guess every came to talk to junk man ...I let a monkey climb on my back while waiting ...then it got off me
then I went out to tell him ...he said she used to be alive ...she died and I put her over here
we were standing by a purple car that started transforming into different models of muscle cars first a Challenger
my thought he was giving it to me ...the way he was talking and standing by it and ...I don't know had a feeling about it because of how he was leaning on it ...and how was looking at me and how it was changing ...it was like he was talking to me about it
thought went through my mind ...why does he get these old cars ...it was junk ...and then I saw that it was a 57 Chevy station wagon that had a profession constructed racing frame, that was worth a lot of money ...it was in perfect condition ...even black chrome ...the paint was very pretty too ...even though the metal of was crinkled in spots like it had been painted after crashing ...woke heard... "fisher of men"
song I heard playing was "my own prison" by Creed
thanks Bella, your awesome