Help me, help me! My imagination is running amok! My blood pressure is gonna go wacky! Spill the stories, already, dude! Please?!
Not to put any pressure on you, but my health and my entire future are at stake! (You didn't find out that I'm a spy, did you?! Oh man -- busted!!)
Spill!! FReepmail me if need be?! Please?????
*sniffle* *snort* *HONK!*
(Do you still love me??)
;-{
this will pass. my story is bittersweet, and you'll need your strength.
when i was a child, i dreamed myself to sleep envisioning the green bicycle
my parents told me they would one day buy for me.
guess what... that dream still works - a small blond haired boy riding that
green bike down the canyon by the creek.
as the moody blues said... red is gray, and yellow white, but we decide which is right - and which is an illusion.
this evening, choose peace, and get your needed rest. God be with you.