Wird press this I appreciate you wanting to get to know how it goes – that carnival in my brain. But you can only eat so much cotton candy in one day. You’ll read this again, and you’ll be frustrated again I’m like a train that has the caboose on the other end of yours.
Keep running after your sandwich, you won’t get enough of the cheese until you do.
And then you’ll be sick for quite awhile.
It’s okay dear, only the strong mess around with my carnival.
I’m too afraid to go to outerspace because what if i get sick and throw up on my new hairstyle. Or in getting stuck floating through the wonders. Would it be a peaceful way to go, or is suffocating, still suffocating.
The stars sit so comfortably in its’ galaxy hold. The relationships between it all up there, be so delicate and firm. The sky is never the limit. and maybe the galactic beauty that melts my heart bones and leaves a thick layer of motivation, is always ever the drive to do and be better.
You are the soulstice to my ever glowing nature. The soulutions I find in my everyday. Your soulfullness resonates in my bones, that warm laundrified fuzzy blanket against bone skin. How soulganic we are in our soulitude. You soulidify so much purpose in my being, that soulving kind of souldier, dedicated not to beat the problems, but to make them understood. The absoulute of my breath, the consoulable feature of all teddy bear grub. My resoulationial feats when I get stuck in mind mud. I’d stay in isoulation with you, fuel ourselves with our gasouline and live in the factual heat. That all of this means you are my soul mate.
Your being is closer, the sapphire fragrance of your inner child stands tall among the adult reeds. And my hands dribble through the adequate possibility, catching the stickiness of the long stems between my fingers. Making sense of today, the future.
When you’ve been on hold with a card company for 32 minutes and you go to take a pee and sit on toilet Hello how can i
oh for petes sake
whose pete? why not sam “? or bill?
I just finished making the calls one would do if they bought a plant and walked out to car and put wallet on top of car to insert plant into car and then drive off in car while plant is all chill in the backseat and the wallet is walleting not in my pocket or hands or possession at all.
How goodly human it was of unknown man to drop off at police station and police station man to call me and tell me my wallet had been turned in after being found on the side of the road.
Thanks Sam, or Bill or Pete. If it wasn’t for your sake, my wallet would be kappa zapped gone.
War’d weathered feet, come stomping sideways up the green cliffs. We didn’t think to find the solemn giggles here. The cave puffs’ it’s ignorance, so shallow in the cove. The flighted breath under canopy , from clouds to the throne. Sweet dragon roll momentum, the blue plate something to peer for. Royalist ground pepper fits underneath the sticks; so humble to be tuned. Dialed with crumb fingers and dry mouth, the worth beaming from concrete towers.