I hope it doesn't bug you that I think to mesage you sometimes. I hope you don't half read these now. I hope there is concepts that keep you there. I fear I can't help myself, or you, but you don't need help, not from me at least. But that's not what I am saying. I mean that I don't feel bad about bad things that happen out there in the Other lands. I GUESS I DON'T KNOW YOU I hope you get a house, but not too soon in life, I hope you never eat with gold forks, or dine crystal-decked-out. Unless it's the rimmed kind that composes gypsy music. I hope you wear woven shoes, ones like sandle but made from hemp like treads, like wool looking. I hope you don't take the red bull from the sales man. I hope you don't listen to me, what I'm telling you, but see behind these lines in a way that makes sense. I don't fear that the other person doesn't know what I'm saying when I talk on the fly. I don't worry about dieing young- I don't think that time is going to be kind to my eyes. I don't think about the future, it is empty, lost, but not unfound. I look through the times, they distort the light of truth I understand that I undo my own sentences, and only to makes threads to let you make lithe meaning. Or not. But I hope that you have a good well if you have a good house. I don't care about houses, but water is important. One has to drink. I want to help people drink well, but I only do sometimes, so I'm not the best canidate per date. I know that it doesn't matter, It doesn't matter at all. So I hope that you can read this and feel small in the world, to see the sky, to write dumb silly western songs in the sky when it seems to have gaps. Oh nature, why do you feel? I hope you don't think I ever thought it was real. I thought the future was real, and that I could extend significance backwards. I hope that you don't repress yourself or restrict others, and I feel that this is not an empty thought. I fear that you're engrianed, or I am, and I am not afraid. I see light, but that is just a story. I hear words, but they are distortions. I rummage in books, and walk outside, And misconceptions abound in the world. I believe in a new world order, but this appears to not involve you and me. But I try to see behind appearances in hope of intuition breaking through. I hope you hear this message in 3 or more ways. It is semi logical, which means not all the way. It is slightly phrased, and intended to be read gracing through the words, which are mostly rubbish. I hope finally that this doesn't change events in a way that favors me, that odds in current conscious favor aside. I fear I've done too little, or nothing at all. I don't know what it means to do nothing like you say it, and that is all I have to communicate now, I hope

I fear it made my morsel begin to ache, but I read every word.

I'm afraid it is,and shall come to pass,and will be.

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be

Thank you two for your kind and sincere words, and the emotional thought that surely resides with them. I guess there is comfort in the idea that something will happen, albeit be it unknown.