At least one important matter looks hopeful.

I would place my bets on these people winning against corruption. The history of the Jewish people would have you know. Don't tread on me.

The news is full of cheap f ing talk, talk opinions, academics, experts, bla bla, philosophy, Ted on crack, hear me speak, watch my lips, read my stuff, shut up!

Women already got girl power.

Sparks in the wind make their way home to me, and happy are them riding dark horses of invisible fame, onto the angels mountian, into the heart of pain.

Falling down to bump heads in the night, feelings felt, never felt so right.

So life is dreamy, yet wants drama, and hands on stuff, we are made of quantum foam after all. And I fall into a phonograph, into graphics, pixals, and jumbo shimp, to the sound of music. Singing in the shower with imaginary fish, climbing KOIT Tower in my Superman Underwear. Its for the freaky kids eating twinkies, I make em spin, cause they got tops in their little heads, and big farts in their small bottoms. They just need a new dance partner.

I am what I am.

Now how can I get caught in the middle?

The greatest thing about red heads is imagining their hair burst into flames.

Luck is involved and sometime it is natural ill fortune that happens, the person may just see the stars, and not the cold rain. Yet a single star may be the ticket.