Can you blame me

I like confetti

Love things like people

Who seem like things

So I don't get cynical

Seems like a true sin

To imagine a bunch of felons

Just for a tea party

People go mad and seek revenge.

So when the wheat fields rise

And sweet eyes full of love are here

Bored no more

The soul is light

And joy gets in during the night

For it begins with me

Making it happen

Day by day

White magic comes.

My eyes vision project

It shows that winter weather is most likely better for seeing.

Does new theoritical physics risk true lying?

Why even try

Just another black eye.

We can work it out

Shout

Yes

We can work it out

Yes we have what it takes

I love you

You are sweet

You are great

With a little love

We can lift this weight

Come all

Lets work it out!

We can renew and refresh

And be our best again

Let it be

Let it be

Well a little help from each other

Some help from friendship

Let it be my friends!

Oh my

A baby goat just licked your toes

And trimmed your nails

So cute.

I am not against religion

I am against religious morans

Understand.

More hugging

Less hating

I have some ideas that might me a great vlogger.

Your encouragement and support would help.

The universe becomes a math problem

Which is troubling to me:

As it makes me feel forced to deal with two realities in two different ways and life was already complex.  Oh well.

I BELIEVE LIFE IS A WORK

And not always a work of art.

You got to sweat.

People don't want to the big sweat.

But sweat!