....I am up smiling at dawn, which is shortcut language for, always, up and being myself way before the rest of the energy thieves an....
duhhhh....
If you do not get up at dawn i.e. 5.13 and 13 seconds precisely no matter what darkness or lightness is merely outside, every day.
Spesh the last simply paradise - officially, year....
Then you do not have time
Mister Montaigne,
Master Voltaire,
Gabriel mine God...yes
Leo you Count
And i told her...yesterday...
Rachel.
there is only one Rachel well actually i met a real one a month ago....
Rachel as good as George [f]...
Maybe better
I was not going to tell her, because if she wishes to scribble....
Well i read Rachel four years ago and thoughtbubbled: if i were a would be scribbler, i would not want to read this...because it is too good, would make you think, no way ever could i do that ...give up.
But Rachel, could not possibly ...i mean both of them the magnificent Rachel-the-real, with her squaws in the hills.... and me tryin' to keep up... nohhh not really..
Goddess Rachel the real real goddess one...of t'words
And poetry so sublime it makes yer giggle...
with its lethal subversion...
She could not possibly have figured this ending....
