I am who you are when I was myself wanting to be you inside me before them as you can see who they are within themselves as they are before us while we are together.
Umm Yea.
I'm on beer number eight and still able to communicate to some degree or another. I seem to be losing a few words here and there though. I'll probably find them burried beneath the pile of cans in the morning.
How you all doing out there? Everyone doing good?
Somebody get me a gin and tonic. Is this thing on? No respect.
To the soul without a body and the emptiness therein, this Bud's for you.
Name this song:
"My body belies me, I'm a fertile mind."
Good Luck!
-Robert
