OKBY

The aim of waking is to dream.

Yes. Now.

That's it.
I am doing whatever I want.

You know where.

Let's go!

Better.

Thank you for reminding me.

Arf.

Dear
Life,

Your sense of timing is lamentable.

Love,
Tara

Bring me bees.

"My heart is so full, I feel ill."

Blog Shmlog.

Hmm. Well.