functional dysfunction

And it was in this light I remember her. She was a stranger in some pub I have never been in before. She was dark haired, as far as I could tell, and she was short. She tasted like ice cream, her lips I mean, and her tongue was like a pissed off snake. Who ever taught her how to kiss was incorrect. It was like being attacked by a fireplug with the line blasting water all over my face. Was she enthusiastic, yes. And it was in that light I remember her.

true intent

dreamers make the entire world tollerable. It is the dreamer that inspires and spins the weave of contentment. Through the dreamer, the child-like cracked smiles and giggles, we manage our days that can sometimes be empty. Without someone to think about dreaming, without dreaming ourselves, we cannot possibly become a part of our own future enterprises in our truely intended way. At the end of the day it is the dream we look forward to and it is the dream we dream about. LLc 98.2