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Them boots. Them bells. Them balls. That's how it starts down the efferfluffing rabbit hole. My, my missy. What do we have here? A pretty little thing, of course. Mmmm, glasses. And kerplunk it goes down to the bottom of the pit. Fast forward >>. What happened? I know, it was just a silly dream. A candy coated, glistening gumdrop of a dream. 

Still, just a dream. It's those dreams I'll scream of nightly. They fall on deaf ears for most, but every now and then, a felonicly fair maiden may heed the call. I may scream so loudly that I cannot hear myself scream. So, if A bear shits in the woods, then you can bet your sweet bippy that yours truly is looking at her. Even if for a second, see it twinkling in your eye, I just gotta try…

Try. Try. Try, and try again. That's the only way I know how to do what I do.  Keep trying. Failing. Falling. Winning. Losing. Laughing. Loving. 

I have fun. It's fun to always be thinking that everything you ever wanted is right around the corner. It creeps into my mind as I am writing this that maybe it's exhausting, but hey a lot of things that are exhausting can occasionally be fun. Like sex. Not that I have that anymore or anything, or at not least with anyone else. Certainly, not exhausting. 

However, I remember the good times. The times that have left me reeling, squealing, and most positively, feeling. It's those feelers that make me recall oh how sweet it can be. I seem to remember that it can be so ever shimmery with hues of rose and and rainbows. It fades. It always does. 

Get up, wake up, or just stand up. At times, I feel like I can fly.  But when my arms start a flappin', my head goes aloft, it swirls and twirls, but my feet just stay on the ground.  It does make quite a scene. It does not make any sense. 

If I feel like I can fly, then why can't I? 

Then it comes to me. You can fly. You are flying.  Up, up and up!  Into the lofty dreams of my head. In the vast expanse of cosmos in my mind I can usually find a place that somehow makes it ok. It's here that I want to reside. It is ok. Everything is alright. Just remember, you're flying. 

Things are beginning to shift, I can definitely feel that. This is good, for a shift is what I need.