A friend of mine is out of town thru this week and asked if its ok to leave the dog sit for it.
The dog LOVES Cheetos. The other night I had it in my bedroom was letting it snack on the Cheetos.
I was thinking quiet heavy on a project that a former client has asked me to spearhead.
As I laid me down and apparently
Went under I dreamed of a female , close friend of mine. At some point boundries were crossed as we went from"
ill be your radio you be my tower"
To Holy sweet Jesus Amazing Grace was written about this prolonged embrace of minds , hearts , steamy steamy love ..love ..and " I love her she's now my" dove". At some point in time i was slowly awakened still lost in a haze of extremes contrasting this time I'm thinking write a book I love her at least till tomorrow.
Suddenly I realized the dog was licking my hand while the band in my heart was a symphony that was playing " "hail to the Cotton". "Maybe Im Amazed" "im no Angel" same moment together defining my love ...long time. Hell yes very long time. I finally landed in a harsh reality of " this hand of mine is amazing as talent and she incredible quite edible and holee sht queen of ALL FUTURE DREAMS