Just turn.

O love of the places

In the dark with colored lights

Walking near her like a lion

The cave drips as I ponder

Mirror mirror

And I behold her image

Sweet cheeks and saturdays

Is the part I felt

Even quite sweet crows come

The night is lit beautifully

Dreams to compose

Stop you thief

Stop you thief

Looks like the world is slowly changing.

Perhaps there is a new light

Shining like the sun

As if like a waste wink

And there is love?

Stranger than fiction.

Republicans working with Obama could prove very interesting.

No one is an anybody.

Why not?

I think I will try writing a science fiction story about the locals of San Francisco.

SUDDENLY I HAD AN IDEA!

Zoom love xoxo love zoom

Every human is truly creative and that is a fact.

Last I checked I was human, and the music played on

The tube full of longing

For the halls of science

Through the spot to erase

There to crush and break

It all takes time

To relax

And to fly into paridise

Rolling dice

Spinning opportunities

Drunk on something

Drunk on something

Drunk on something

Peace.