Seems like America had hit some turning points recently and with odd American magic the future somehow excites my curious mind.

The future may be a strange form of Jetsons after all?  So while Portaland and Austin try to stay weird the country accidentally is getting weird anyway and it was all along.  Sometimes to bring out barf bags and sometimes to inspire moments of extreme patriotism.   Only in America!!! 

Sounds as sweet as love..

No pointed icicles to puncture

But holding the heart in wonder

Tasty with a touch of berries

Lights rotate green tiny fairies

Oh your ship sails with liberties

Letters to a children who writes

Say you are learning new hats

With the white swans into songs

Living longing for the art cries

Darling lets dance in mornings

Not with loss in your heart


Let your spirit rise

Do not shed a tear

Never do you cry

I am there for you

Dream can be true

Never do you cry

Do not shed a tear

Thoughts stop here as brain power is not great enough to topple the Great Wall of China!

Claiming great stuff does not address reality sometimes.

Adapting can be seen as a beautiful word and not something negative!

Are many people wanting a less narrow order to their life in general?

Hard work has paid off!

Save it for lass..

Wise people compute

Seemingly bearded

Her hands reaching

Oh no surprise

As she is a guy

With no beard

And dry eyes

Watching you

In that false sky

Where she say

I cry

Oh

I cry

As they cry

La la la!

Get that thing

As

The stars wink

Heaven surrounds

Feet lifting off the

Ground

As the ultimate high

Her face lights the

Sky

Everything gonna be

Alright

Snap that thong

Yea

Taste that cake

Wake!

She spins like a top I want her so much got the crazies it had to be so with a wild lady had the sweet flame cannon burping fetching hot deal mega machine delux winning hips rock headed bone plated hog washed insta master tweak!

The end comes circling in for more..

To begin and breath once more for water

Holds me shut at door hearing jams call

Green hills expand in black shiny sands

Rain collapses stone opening a valve

My hand reaches farther out for love

Soon glowing embers of dreams burn