Randomness to the Extreme

I don't care

2009-09-13T23:21:00.000-07:00

So the apple doesn't fall so far from the tree huh? Well Ithink you are a loser and that all your concepts of reality are born out of fear and shame. I think that you suck and the only reality that I fear is that I will become you. I look at you as weak, naive and ignorant. All puffed up and proclaiming from your soapbox. All the words that come out of your mouth are babble. You yourself are the tower of babble warning everyone to stay away from...Yourself.

I am, no worries but I still love you, my misguided angel.

Hey You don't Forget to Wear those Stupid Socks

2008-11-08T11:12:00.000-08:00

I don't know why I would waste all my precious time sitting here and pining over such nonsense. I kinda wonder how he came to be present in my store. ONE DAY I WAS WEARING A HAT AND I DID NOT KNOW WHERE it came from. I tried and tried but to avail was I able to escape the straight jacket that accompanied that hat that I was never born to wear. But Martyr that I am I wore it spitefully with the attitude that made me perfect for my position. I have a shitty minimum wage job in a trendy store but somehow I made you feel like you are privileged just to be here. When you ask for my help I will make you feel like you are bothering me and when you purchase I will be indifferent, really because you are, and I am.

One day it just sort of occurred to me to get a bunch of hair dye and make it so when I looked in the mirror, it was an actor not me living in this pitiful life. I don know it never really made any sense to me either.

So today, the sun shines and it is warm and I sit and a pondering thought occurs to me. I kinda wonder how and why he was in the store that day. It was obscure. My attitude diminished. I was not longer cool I was awkward and pathetic. This is not me! If I could just take off this hat. If I could just make you see somehow psychically that This Is Not Me! I don't belong here.

I am wasting my time thinking about it all. Such a stoopid fantasy.

In the moment I am free and nobody controls my actions but somehow i am worried that I will miss him and won't be able to go on even though that is entirely ridiculous.

Well he looked around for quite a while and bought a pair of socks he could have bought anywhere.

Deaf or Silent?

2008-08-12T23:18:00.000-07:00

They actually hired a band that day, as they were expecting so many people to attend the auction. I had not planned on being there, I was just on my way home from work when I saw the crowds, seems like when everyone from all the surrounding towns are going to be at one place it turns out to be a full blown event. The standard kiosks were set up everywhere. Get a Chinese symbol henna tattoo, always a line up for that one. Ice cream, corn dogs, greasy fries, all the standard food fair but today was a little different. Too many people clamoring to buy the dead.

My parents move from a the heart of metro, high fashion, trendy furniture, the coolest of the cool, the hippest of the hip, the most beautiful of the beautiful people to dudsfill. Manure smelling, shit infested, culturally void, butt fuck nowhere. I was 15 years old going on 21 and the shock knocked me over like a bag of wet cement. WTF? I had actually been accepted into a top modeling agency a year before and now I am in a century old farm house with no sign of life to be seen for miles. Not to mention, I now had "chores". Feeding beef which I had sworn off eating a couple years ago. Piling bails of hay in a barn, shoving grain full of snakes and bugs, pulling weeds, amongst other things you could only imagine in the worst reality tv show.

All that was nothing compared to the silence. The utterly cold empty bitterly stifling emptiness. The people that complained of the standard NYC noise did not grow up in NYC. The screeching squeaking of the Street Cars, the vibrations from the subways, the honking of the cars, the sirens at varying distances. All music to my ears. It was a symphony of life.

It was like a dark blanket had been thrown over my existence. All for my own good. All for my health and well being. A wholesome dose of fuckedupedness all bestowed upon me without consult.

Straight "A" ambitious student, creative interesting friends, energetic and enthusiastic, ready to take on the world. Smiles that came easy, eyes all asparkle, a jump in my step, found my first day of school.

Me in my yellow pants and wild hair got glances of hatred and repulsiveness from the girls. Stares from the boys. Yes I was an alien just landed from another planet. I did not belong. Soon those stares turned to conversations, those conversations turned to invites out to the cars in the parking lot during lunch. Not what you think, no we were not making out, I was learning the escape of smoking pot. Lots and lots of pot, everyday.

Not so soon after I had my first boyfriend. A date in the country consisted of driving around on gravel roads drinking beer in a car full of boys and peeing in the ditch later being dropped off barely being able to stand drunk home where my parents were tucked away safely in there world of "we are doing what is best" oblivious to their drunk teenage daughter whose academia was turning to turning to anything that could make it all numb, not conducive to her dreams of becoming an executive something or other.

I would get home in time to hear train. Yes the one thing near our country home that rumbled and roared and rattled the windows and the horn went off blaring. All of it seeming even louder in the stillness of reality. Yes beautiful obtrusive noise. The noise that put me instantly to sleep a short minuet of my past given to me as a sign of hope dropped from the sky like a bead of cool sweat when it is so unbearable hot you think you will pass out.

Over the years I grew to love the sound of the train. It rumbled and roared and blared every night. It never woke me up but seemed to offer me assurance that there was life out there. The life I knew. My tribe sent the train to call for me, like the pounding of a distant drum. It was comforting, assuring, a lullaby for my soul.

I was unaware. I wasn't really one to keep up with the news. I woke up startled in the middle of the night. Not sure what was wrong but keenly aware something was amiss. The night was still and the air was stale. The musty smell of the old house smelt like poison. I was choking, dying and I could not figure out why. Night after night I would wake up, bolt upright in bed with a sense of panic. I did not clue into the the fact immediatly until some time later.

That day of the auction. Railway ties.

The train had stopped.

You are so into yourself it stops you from going for a walk

2008-04-23T04:18:00.000-07:00

To think that you are the be all end all is really what led to the slow down in functionality of your strange kind. Your ego is not destroying you but rather in inhibating your growth. To think that you had to learn how to create your own music when you mimic and try so hard it is kind of sad to watch you stumble when you could just merely listen to what is already there in it's own infinite defection.

The only thing I ask is that if you do try to create your own idea of what the sounds are supposed to be like that you gt your inspiration from the source of what was created for that purpose.

The closer you are to nature the more correct you will be. It is funny how you keep saying it is all so subjective when in fact the only subjective thing is what you think is yourself in all of its ordinariness. I mean the the stuff that you think can not be altered. You are just so funny that way.

Some day you will shake your head or a part of you will. No matter what I hope the birds and you will learn how to get along again. It is too long you have been indifferent. You should really give them more credit as they should also do to you. They mock you. kind of.

then we went out for Pizza

2008-04-23T03:43:00.001-07:00

The shoes did not fit but I wore them anyway. That sounds like I am trying to instill hidden meaning here but that is not what it is at all. The shoes genuinely did not fit. I suppose I should have just worn another pair but vanity drives me. If that is the hidden meaning then I guess I did learn a lesson as I stumbled along all night uncomfortable and clearly in the wrong shoes.

& crew members became stranded after the black flies went over the hound

2008-04-20T21:11:00.000-07:00

It was not the high random waves that would be the fall of the night for the poor Scots men nor was it the hamburger meat.

I always wanted to find out how much beer you could consume while you were taking accounting lessons from your French friend. I am not sure exactly what you were accounting for all those years as I was was quite happy just to not know how many forks I ever washed in my lifetime.
Her blond hair was enviable even though it was not natural I could not imagine her with hair of any other color. I know I could die my hair blond too but it would not have the same effect.

I still do not understand why her love being denied to you caused you to make that stupid expedition out to sea especially since you were so inexperienced. I knew that I could not bring so many numbers and so much evaluation into your life but I was consistent and straight and secure and we would have grown older nicely together.

I still wish I was there for you on that dark night the waves lapped you into your accountable grave. Though I know in your final moments you were not crying tears for me.

The rain made me see her light.

2008-04-20T20:47:00.000-07:00

Cindy was not the most attractive girl. Her nose although nicely shaped seemed to not fit her face. It belonged on a girl of another nationality. Her features were fine, her eyes pale icy blue, she had fair whispy blonde hair. Her nose should have been small and cute and correct but it was not. It seems I should not be so obsessed about this but it just seemed so wrong. Like the guy I worked with who's ears seem to be trying to get away from his head. They stood out perpendicular like teddybear ears. He was gay and I in the dull office hours I imagined if his gay lover rode him from behind bronco style while holding on to his ears thus causing the obscurity.

The thing I loved about Cindy the most was she had this easy angelic laugh. She would laugh at everything and when she did it was full and genuine. It was a soft smooth laughter that sounded something like small bells in the wind. I was addicted to that laugh. I remember distinctly once we were caught in the rain at Disneyland. She had just bought this red t-shirt that she was wearing and the die had started to run down her arms. Another girl may have become alarmed but Cindy just about double over in laughter. Both of us drenched to the bone and just standing in the middle of the street laughing and getting drenched while others ran for cover.

It was the moment I fell in love in love with Cindy. We have been married now for 15 years. I have to admit both of our looks have gone down hill. My hair is thinning and Cindy has a few wrinkles around her eyes and mouth but she still laughs, effortlessly and frequently and I would not give that up for the most perfect nose in the world.

Nobody else commented on that one drop

2007-12-18T18:34:00.000-08:00

I was walking through the trees and the sunlight was trickling through the leaves that were hanging on to their last glimpse of glory turning shades of rust as the wind delicately determined their fate. Such an exhilerating moment when I saw that the old boathouse had been restored over the summer. When I was young I saw them build this boathouse. It was where the kids hung out and snuck beer and cigarrettes while the adults played cards in the main cottage. Many a summer of my youth transpired around that old boat house. It's large window overlooking the water, the lapping waves putting me to sleep everynight. It has been a long time since my family has even owned this property but every now and again I will take a gander when I am in the neighborhood. The last time I was here the main cottage was in a state of disrepair, the eaves were dangling from the edge of the roof, glass was crack, garbage and old tires were strewn about the exterior. It broke my heart to see the leftovers from my perfect memories. I see ghosts in time. My own parents still alive. I see lemonade being served on a porch that was rickety and probably not safe to be tread on any longer. I wonder when the last time anybody has been around? When I went down to the boathouse to further inspect I saw what nature can do to a building when left to it's own devices. No-one had tended this boathouse in at least 10 years. I thought of my childhood with a little smile. I thought of my summer boyfriends, hiking, swimming and all the regular cottage activities.

It started to rain I felt one heavy drop of rain fall upon my face before I ran to the car. Driving home to a very sick husband my recent accounts of the cottage reminded me that life morphs and changes and moves in it's own direction no matter what our will and hope.

Today I am here again many years later. I had not thought to come back after my last heart wrenching experience. I noticed right away there was a new sign at the end of the drive. I walked upon the long lane that led to the cottage and saw flowers planted along the edges intersperse with lawn ornaments. I then saw a tire swing hanging from a nearby tree and hammocks and life. A young family had taken over and had restored my memory to what I once dreamed would continue when I passed on the cottage to the new owners. Walking toward the water I could hear waves slashing up against the dock and turn to see a completely restored boathouse. All the glass in the window replace. All the trim painted bright blue. The dock gleaming and scrubbed. A pair of childs shoes forgotten at the edge, dog dishes and life.

I could go now. I left that day realizing midweek the new owners would not be around but how I longed to talk with them. How I longed to tell my husband of the restoration of our memories. Alas I can not as he has been gone for a while now. When I was leaving one splash of rain hit my face again. This time I did not run. I looked up and realized he was there with me.

I kept telling him the mashed potatoes would not jive.

2007-11-08T17:38:00.000-08:00

Nobody would listen to me. I said that even though you think that the potatoes would be a favorite I know for a fact that the people in my family will go for the fries. I am not condemning them for their choices, my family has thin genes we do not gain weight. We can eat buttery sauces and french fries and we don't have to worry about facing the scales in the morning.

In fact nobody in my family that I know of even owns a scale. Now I know about oils and all that not being good for you but my family history also has a clean bill of health. We have had more deaths by car accidents and sky diving mishaps than we have through ailments.

I love the taste of fries. I like mashed potatos. Especially when the are heaped with cheese and gravy.

So that day we ended up having mashed. I was not preparing the meal so I thought an arguement may lead to me actually having to take over. I must admit they were quite good. Used some interesting seasonings his friend brought back from Madrid. My family loved them and scrapped the bowl clean. I guess I should not be so stubborn.

I mean just because I am healthy and thin and I have healthy genes does not mean I should deliberately opt for the unhealthy choice just because I can.

Well I think I will sit down to a bowl of Ben and Jerry's now while we watch Millionaire. You my dear can eat Yogurt. That is one thing I am sure I will not prefer.

So when the sun shines it is not so that you can be lighted

2007-11-04T22:16:00.000-08:00

There was the one day back in April when the green lights of distinction were shining so bright I could barely decipher where the edges stopped and the world began. It wasn't the umbrella that so vieled us all in the same category but the sun that was being blocked by this gigantic umbrella.

I thought that the communication device would work out some of the stickiness that we used to get so hung up on. We much however not lose the art of verbal design. In the dark ages they never even thought twice before attempting a scene on anothers cave, it was considered good manners in actuality.

The last part of the structure was clearly crumbling. We would have liked to hang on to it all especially because of the final remenants of sound media were going in the abyss. There the lines were so bold and so obvious that it may have been the only drawing that we could still here. Such great works of art that these dolts just see as crude lines when they are so finely tuned with music.

Although we have our strengths as our own reality. For instance, we may be the most egocentric society to ever evolve.

The road less travelled was covered in green slime.

2007-10-28T17:54:00.001-07:00

So to the left we were approaching that old tower they always refered to as the cheese cake of all humanity. I just could not resist looking as it stood so solemnly in the pit of the handpipe.

I am never going to forget the day he said to you that you were in the crack of the snail toe. It jut never made any sense but what exactly does these days. If it weren't for the weather messing up our picnic we would not havee had to take cover in that little tent. Could you imagine how different our lives would have been if the rain had not sent waves of perfection into our lives. It in never that you don't see what is good it is just that you do not always see what is good is bad. Or of course vice versa. So it is the irony that the largest skeptic power that comes from the loonies is the same power that keeps you afloat. If they choose not to believe whey do they even pay any attention at all. Oh I remember because without them knowing we were speaking to them indirectly.

For instance you read these random words that seemingly make no sense at all but inside we are setting of a reaction of energy that will align you properly for the next event. What ever of course that event may be. The funny thing about events is until you are in the middle of them and declare that we are undergoing the next amazing event do you even realize the event even took place. In your case the event was not the picnic but the showers. Do you think it is crazy that I am talking about this picnic today?

Outside of that little tidbit I was going to have a cheese sandwich. The amazing thing about cheese is the consistancy. There really is nothing like it when it comes to edible products. We love our cheese. It is funny we crave such a strange product of nature. Do you know most people given the option will choose a life without meat before they would choose a life without cheese?

It is in ten of the above words that you will find the one true statement that will lead to the next stop on the train route. I didn't really care for the new music so much but I do realize that the expression of it all led me to listen to something a lot more soothing. If it were not for the new ditty I most likely would not have remembered the soft sounds that I love so much and missed the change to experience them once again. Therefore I must say that I don't hate your new music I am rather happy to have listened to it for now I am reaquainted to what I prefer more. Perhaps so day our opinions will meld a little more closely but for now I think the differences in life are what keep us interested.

It is the soft edges that seem to combine and comply. The fuzzier the image the more it blends into the next available object. the effect is very easy on the vibrations.

Good socks will keep you in tune with what is happening with the rest of your apparrel.

That porridge by the way helped alot.

TEacups were not known to cause inflation

2007-10-26T19:20:00.000-07:00

I was not the totla princess that day at the fair although if you asked anyone esle they would have said the star of the show was the beast from outer space.

He never really cared what you said, and I had to laugh at his timing. I was not so sure we all agreed but I can tell you that everyone was set on believing somthing. STrange how teh people were back then. I think it is very cute in a youthful sort of way. It is ludicrous to say ther is life on another planet

Anyone can tell you that the other planets are not actually tangible but rather just different forms of where you are now. He never said that all the colors would matchy up. He never even said that the sun would be yellow or in fact there would be a sun but there would be a source of warmth and comfort..

Seven trees lined the lane that led to the other place where the genie laughed his little heart out. I said why would they put the soap on the hill when in fact they could have just fed the small dog the test subject in all it's glory.

so they said but they are just full of beans sometimes.

2007-10-24T20:54:00.000-07:00

I whisper in your ear of destruction the thought that made the insects squander away thier resources that they were to keep for the fall in the heart of the sun.

I was not so sure they heard me but I am almost awakened but thier insessant chatter. I heard thet in the pouring shower of what they call the beads in early morn I am to be a sort of statue in the face of things that are a higher vibration.

It is not for me to tell you but for you to discover. I will give you a hint and I will oh so happy to show you where you have enen coming so close to the right answer.

I will tell you this. Those in the fancy white lab coats that are dividing up nature and writing it down in numbers are so intensly just trying to show you what they believe to be true. If they can put it down to the number 137 over and over again. Will you then come to believe. You are not creating anything new. You are merely imaging it all over again. As you do it will evolve. What will your lords think of that?

Sleepy brains just let others walk for them. The footsteps are those of ghosts of the past. Ghosts that must be laid to rest. They are tired. Thier steps are far to practiced, far to predictable. Do me a favor and hop out of the circle. If you do I will show you how this is the correct path to take. The speed of motion is determined not by the actual time space reality but by the relationship of the sources and the pure emotion.

There are some parts that are not as pure this does not mean they are discardable.

2007-10-23T13:40:00.000-07:00

When the transition first became apparat. They were al little overwhelmed by your will.

It is this wil that is like the solidity that you need to survive but at the same time it can become far to solid.

that is why it makes it difficult for us to sometimes communicate as this will in the way. It also has been the problem over time and why our words are not coming through correctly but if you begin to understand the essaence you will be abli to determin quite clearly what iss willed upon and what is ours.

When you begin to get an eye the creation that shines through wil be a different bibration that the others. Like a new note in sound.
When you begin to learn the sound of the new note you will be able to hear it very distinctively not only in the words that they wrote. We wanted them to write those words. We gave them the words and the means.

it ws like we put forth the correct energy for it to happen. The resluts were not exacly a mistake. Time is so pure in your reality. The time it takes to correct the mistake is time set on a different field. It is slwed down. It is a new reality explored. the way you are going to achieve the though patterns that will enable you to grow are not known to anyone yet.

It never really happened on that day but I assure you that it did happen.

2007-10-23T13:23:00.000-07:00

I was on the top of the pinnical of belief when the storm hit. I did not know then what the fierce wind would do to weather my jaunt.

It was the sun that I was finding from the wet that I held in my palm. it was the sun that asked me to stop short of my now end of the spectrum of light.

I was alsway a little old fashioned in my ways but i was also comforming in my mind where the others could not see but I was very careful that even still tey would be okay in the second part when they found out later.

I don't wish to be deceptive and that was my first crime. if you peer into the space between the objects it is apparant that the objects are jut mere reflections. I still was wondering how a refliction can be so tangivle. It makes me laugh a little inside when the truth is so very obvious but so vastly unseen.

it was in a grain of sand that endless amount of effort was put forth. I think you think that wehn your so called God created things he create the great things such as the temples and the even the cunsets. In reality he only created the grains of sand. In rality. You created the the temples and sunsets. Although in your limited understanding it seem to you createing a temple ould be so much ealier.

The turth is making a cup of coffee or a sunset or just existing is all equal in my eyes.

I love that you are so adept. I love that you are so open. I love that you are using what you have built to build a bridge.

I know you don't believe me when I ell you that people will be coming here to read this.

It is a little crazy on the warfront to think that all the effort those put forth are unrewarede but for all of those that are searching they are coming here.

They are reading these words and you thnk that is craz because in your world you feel that there are others that are creating much more important information. The most important information is that they are creating.

Did you know ath when you put together an original thought you are expanding dimensions of reality in such a fierce wa it is less formidable that parting of the sea.

Slaphappy on the homefront

2007-10-15T21:00:00.000-07:00

I was given to the latest in the filed of relativity and I have to admit it made my smile a little to the right.

It is in the same realm of the future pig intestine profit who rebuilt man with similar DNA can that really be correct. I thought it was amusing when they merged the tomatoes with non food products. So many were up in arms, crying for the sacred purity.

I guess the whole idea is not to take what they think was created somewhere else and manipulate it to thier own but what if they found out in the end that everything around them was actually of thier own creation and to alter it was a magnificent leap in the faith of this theory.

The pigs are what makes me laugh the most of the most random of species you could have chosen to be similar like in atomic energy the swine takes the cake. I am more amused everyday at how playful your kind is.

What interests me a little is the placement of the thoughts. I am not sure if anyone would really understand why we came to be in this vibration here at the same time. On one end I say not to force it but as a species of will you want to have reaction. You do not realize that all energy must be moved by vibration and what you choose to do otherwise could just in turn muddle the perfection created undesired results.

Then you tell us it did not work out as you thought it would and you do not trust in the theory. It is as crazy as getting upset over tomatoes.

It wasn't bad but then they all started to cry

2007-08-16T12:33:00.000-07:00

It wasn't until the green ballons came out that I realized how much substance there was over the water. It was in the start of the now place that they all saw the one thing that was to be over in the best fashion.

I was never really that impressed to be able to be in the fist part of the whole place. It just did not really make any part of the new heart in the old way of the clock.

In the first part they never really wanted to know about the industry. It never made me want to go forth.

Over in the barn they all watched the blue indian over the cables. I never really thought it was funny or sad or interesting but they all just couldn't stop watching for some reason. I guess there was something there.

It was never in my mind to do the indarebles. It is never in the paolskam of apple kim. I was in top .bot kisses.

It really didn't happen in the garage like they said

2007-08-14T18:48:00.000-07:00

I was following the green bunny but I wasn't sure where the spice was.

The next thing that happened to the old man but he was not in the potato bard.

If you were wondering what to do next I would suggest that you not go for the first cabbage.

In the future I would like to be called the great one. It was only for certain that he did not want to be the one that would be in the center for the today show. It was on the top of the house that he did not want to set up the beads.

Oh I wish there would be some more of the static when the farms were on the lands.

In the first time.

It was not before i left that I saw him standing there

2007-08-10T21:11:00.001-07:00

hell
I am not sure what I am doing in the artick air. i always wanted to be astride a new hamburger. If it were tur. I would not want to go afar in your green boat
It doesn't matter when we were at tht dance. I saw the sunshine and the and on the beach/

I would not have to see the birds if it were ot for the singing. It doesn't matter to me really what s out there. Then men
were fighting abattle over whos enorumus biulding to cry over.

I will not have your fort in my backyard. If you were here at the table I may have been able to show you the new greens that the man did not shovel for you.

I wish you would be on the side of the bull for I was never able to see over the fence.

it is not the air that I am seeing it is the movement.
Ifyou want to go over to the well, I will join you for a drink.

I only saw that once and that was for the tme we had over at the lake that day.

If you were not here I would not be in the realm of the living.

I have to go

2007-08-09T18:32:00.001-07:00

It is difficutlt for me to pint out the fact that you will not be able to control the way the stem of the I amsorry you willl have to go while they are here. I do not like to be around those taht are negative. Those are teh religious. in the bad form. They hear They h

They hurt us. The bad reliegious. they hurt the field. They are like a big black door withne the the llight doesn shite.
They put a big p

They put a bllck door. They blocke dthe light. They made their own light and called it ours.

I see the movement but not he move

2007-08-09T18:27:00.000-07:00

I am a little short by the time the wind may stop. I am not wind but my nature is of wind. I am air but I amoving. I am enegy but not like the eneryg that you know. I am the energy of the sould and the path. I move like wind and wather notlike jerky movement.

I do not wish to be understood. We are all enegy. We are only energy. the vibrations are moving in their own dance. Like a music but not like music.

I wish that you are free

2007-08-09T18:23:00.001-07:00

It is not for me to make up the rules
It is not for me to take your to a scholl.
I do not wish to make up your mind.
I do not wish to be the one who will bek the offers.
I do not wish that ou are over high.
I do not wish y

I will start to bring to you the means fo travel. Without the means ou will not be able to start the ball rolling.
You will need to wearht eht bright plaid suites

UI

U an sio

I am so sorry that you have had to see the plight. It was not for the earth to have to suffer for our struggle as wee are not perfiect and theer is somtimes a little by products.
We are very sad to see the wounds that we inflict. We are trying hard to communicate with you so that through you we may fix the woulds. The scrs will always fade with time. You need to see the light way but you are given a gift to be able to see the sold way as well.

They do all the typing now.

2007-08-09T18:19:00.001-07:00

I will never stop to look at the same song in the same
I will never go around and see the start as the strt was when I was first exposed to it
I will never stop to hear a bird sing without the music
I will see your eyes the way you see but I will never see with eyes. I will see your thoughts but will never see the way you bring the the thoght away for me.

will hotl that place that is so near that you are trying to be. I will love you soft and sover the time I will be the friend and ythe place you want to be.

They asked me to post this. I didn't really want to.

2007-08-09T16:15:00.000-07:00

In the unbrella I do not wish to shade your adomrnments. I love the way you are letting us talk. I love the way you believe in us
I will give you everythiging that you ever wanted.

I will give you everything that you have every wanted.
I will give you everything ththat you have every wanted. It gets so much easier as we go laong.

I am singing and the soft workd are falling to the meet theee. I am crying and my tears stream like the wind that you feel.
I am a creation and I am love. I ma the world that you don' not see. I am not above although I am not grounded. I am all you smell see hear and diveine.

I am divine. div
devine. I am dei
Will you so
Will you so stop to give me a chance to figurure out how to make the system go forth n the rigt platform of the soul.