i can't put in the thoughts people not updated about this planet. it's an insult , not to know,  about this place and its   daily activities. online, i get news  from yahoo. nice?     

which of these gets you to exist today?
a. a wake else place
b. the taste of long ago guyabano juice
c. online access

well. huh.

hi, hello.

i get to you today? like an ice pop on the tongue, hey. is it also as cool as the sky you see? i can now sing and dance. i get a high when looking about jobs and to be down when i get to the space i call own. funny. the looking about jobs along the paths downtown leads to cool sights. i get to stalk a few cats. then i saw things in this planet which cannot be in neptune: coffee, jeans, online access. getting to outside space is nuisance to those who think it's cool to be in one place in one's whole life. instances thinking about such things get i a high. who needs cough fluid?

next job to the task: cook.

like i said

well.

today is a nice day. last night was cool. sleepland was not so bad. the sky is still blue. and is still. like a glass thing. i see beyond--space, constellations, satellites. junks away, one gets to listen to good songs. then when i got to be out the usual space God gets i, i saw things like ice pops, balloons, and candy. then i walked out with 10, 000 poets. it is so cool not to be dead these instances.

well.

people and things one finds in space collide with soap bubbles

i think soap ought to be a good thing in one's thoughts when beginning the day. it's like nice juice as baon and sandwiches to eat today. so, how's the day when you wed a goldfish to you like it's a gentle toy in the hand? cute day to you.

hell is okay. it's good taste to be in hell today and see the people who keeps hell tiptop in shape. seen one of the hell people lately? say hello and go to God to get tips on how to eat soap.

you, okay?

i also can't sing today. i think it's the sky.

i can't connect two kinds of things which do not own any thing as one except being in thought. i think it's sad.

hello..?

is being a paid ice pop fan for not just once cool? let's see. i'll check. today the sky falls.

i hate.

when this place was new the day was pink skies and cotton candy, the night was starry just like now. then i got to be a paid ice pop fan. life's so well until i wake up one day not a paid ice pop fan. okay, such details do not affect the ins and outs of this planet yet i and you know people like i when sad could kill. well. flip?

when

when i was young the the sky was blue. today, it still is blue, with a bit of rain, lightning, and planes. today, i think one's existence on this planet gets to be so precious in standards of loss. the more you lose a thing the more it becomes of value. and things and people which do not exist are prettier than those who is familiar about you. sad, huh?
i'd like you to know i date non-existent people and eat non-existent things. cute.

let the night begin again

Walking through a winter night,
Counting the stars
And passing time
I dream about the summer days,
Love in the sun
And lonely bays
I see the stars, they're miles and miles away
Like our love,
On one of these lonely winter nights
Dreaming through a winter night,
Memories of you are passing by
It seems to me like yesterday
I think you knew I couldn't stay
I see the stars, they're miles and miles away
Like our love
Lady starlight, help me to find my love
Lady starlight, help me tonight
Help me to find my love
Walking through a winter night,
Counting the stars
And passing time
Snow dances with the wind
I wish, I could be with you again
I see the stars, they're miles and miles away
Like our love
Lady starlight, help me to find my love
Lady starlight, help me tonight
Help me to find my love
Lady starlight, help me tonight
Help me to find my love
Lady starlight, help me tonight
Help me to find my love

by scorpions

let the night begin

as usual i  get to be sad about a few things in life. like?

so, when was the instance  you went to a place of faith to be a disciple? cute, huh? i'd like to check the places they put nuns to be. it's like to apple:  how would you like to exist today? i  think God is a cool guy when He listens to i. it's cute, cute, cute.