IN Minneapolis the rain is falling...I feel sot of wassiyful or is it wasted...or maybe tasted too hard...something like that. Yes every body wants a taste of me, a part of me. I am beginning to just say..O.K...take me, take all of me...I just don't care anymore...I will be gone and probably moved into some other forms..so we will see how that is...got to move.. ya know?? Paint me, create me, bake me and chew hard...I am the lump in your insides that just won't go away...I am you,.. I am he,... and I am she,... Who said "Ask not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee?" Oh yeah... John Donne. Your funeral is my funeral, your bliss is my bliss, your beginning is my ending. Lets move and dance and prance along in this shady merging of reality. Case closed...We are ONE.
vivianevog:
Wow...like this! 