Mostly

Why pick a form of fungus!

What! said Bill Hole!

Yes in another time

Pick the very best

Leave the rest in the forest

Bill winced

Oh I must politely decline

I am a gentleman

I love good wine

And fine dining

Oh you do! Said the dear

Shaking its small tale

Why didn't you say so

We have many of those

You can remove your hat

And now your clothes

This will be fun

I'm sure you are happy

Let us be happy!!!!

Bill hole says enough

Your life will never be enough

And he doesn't even know you

Yet in a fictional universe yea

Give him the clue of curiosity

Let him wonder and care also

As if to reach out for your love

Tell me when is enough enough

The floor boards bend and creak

I can see what he might think

Inside his mind in there

Inside his mind in there

Yea.

In my dream the ships were coming in..

I wanted and knew

There was silent waters rolling

Directly to me inwards

Then I sat down on a canoe

It too was also sitting

Into spinning stars of vision

Your extended living room

A card thrown down

Laughing loud

Ha!

Ha!

Sailing!

Above an owl was watching a clock ticking!

Bill Hole attempted thinking

And he heard the soft sound of screaming

And no icecream anyway

So much silence
So much pain
Isolation

You can say its crazed

People want some form of ice creation

Buy this cold thing called a plastic dream

Float on her hair everywhere

Imagination created the best thongs ever!

Yea!

Yea!

You know whats happening

Happiness everlasting

Go and get it

A dream!

Wind blowing strong almost knocking them over!

He was holding a tree

Bark ripping in hand

Cutting his flesh

Her long hair

Slapped him fast

It felt right

So good!

And then

They saw something coming

A twisted shadow

Crossing the bight green fields

Something good and real

Pulling its tired body forwards,

Moose!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!