life is cute about ice pops

today i get to think life is so okay being a paid ice pop fan. it's a thing i used to do in the past, a thing i thought about as occupation when the skies get to be so happy in good hues, a job i'd like to be about.


anyway. tonight i bought a soda which in the label says i would get a high when gulping it down. all the way down. beings like nanay do not say okay yet it does get i a high. when i feel so high i sleep well, wake up nice, and be the day's gentle kid. jekyll and hyde swings about the feelings i own today is, well, cool to the sight.

obvious. yeah. like usual paid ice pop fans who quit, life is not so well without being one. it is addiction about feelings, cuteness hidden so the skies is contained in one's sight, and bouncing wall to the dead about to go to hell on a scholarship.

hey, wait. i think selling doughnuts is a good idea. coffee?

do you know the way to the place they sell plastic balloons and yellow three day old chicks? you can get these with a cute play of counting signs with a gal who sells candies. yeah, long ago. oh, we don't die soon. yet this planet often has a wake daily in good and bad places. being dead is like finally getting to the final finish line and you know you can't win when you sinned so about the book going up so you go down and you find the day's bida with you. you know when one is an antagonist it's just flat. it's so global to be one's life special guy o gal and get away with it all. it's not so difficult to accept you can not be flat. all would like not to play the antagonist. all would like to be on the top of the list. then they put you in hell. up with the angels is not exactly a nice deed when you think they should be with you when they put you to hell. to all those who would not like to be flat ones: lead us not into hell. which is the title about the one going to hell? no one knows. it's nice to be unknown when one is going to hell. it's not nice being said.

walk with i tonight. it's cold. i need to kiss. anyone? just anyone.