| Beautiful morning, always starts in the morning. Soft bedsheets, soft sunshine hitting my legs and my cat curled up near my feet rises and walks to my chest. Puurrrrrrr. If only you were a woman I whisper and hug her. life is beautiful. I make myself some cream of wheat with butter, bananas and blueberries. ssssssss water boiling for tea. Doesn't tea sound delicious? Of course it's flavored not just black! Peppermint, bergamont, berry zinger, passion, ummmm yeah. So I take a shower, run myself with lotion and sit down. I smile. I begin to eat, one spoonful at a time. I start trembling I am so excited about the possibilty a day holds. Imagine what you could learn, imagine what you will see! Sad scenes, happy scenes people with baseball hats hiding their eyes, people who are saying things you can't hear but are still interesting to watch. I love flavors, I will ask whenever I buy something "What flavor is it?" and put my hand on my face. I will let my toungue love the flavor and I will smile again, this time leaning forward and going ummmmmm. I think about my toungue in your mouth, running the tip over your gums and trying to feel the cracks of you teeth. I laugh, throw my hands in the air and continue to walk. Hey!!! I recognize you! How are you today. Your sweeping, look and and say FINE. I love it, your standing in front of fresh flowers still in the pot! And you know why I love it? Because the flowers will bloom for me for years, they become my friends. Berkeley berkeley te he he. So I find myself walking in front of a house, it is so cool because the doors and windows are open so I just hop right in and the party begins. Picture this, morning time, incense, records, strangers and kool aid or preferably real fruit punch with pineapple and haiwaian punch. Oh shit. I've got some cool pants on and we are sitting on the carpet playing card games and laughing. I mean, I just laugh. Life is so so so so so good. My body is tight from belly dancing with my buddies for the last 3 weeks. I let you touch my stomach in the sunlight. I can finally hop with hip hop hop hop hop hop. Now I get it! Love is the word, the word I was thinking and then I wrote that. Love is not a word. Love is fantasy 4599
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