I had a dream about you. We were playing chess and logically we were both wearing football helmets. You were winning so I started to complain that perhaps I was losing because I was suffering from Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis due to the violent nature of the game. Then you took off your helmet to reveal the fact that you had no hair or skull and you had waffles for brains. So I poured syrup on my gloved hands and scooped out your intelligence to consume it.

I had a dream about you. We were playing football soccer and I just needed to score one goal to win. Of course one goal was one more than Id scored so far so it might be next to impossible. One is certainly next to nothing but it might also be next to everything. In love one is also next to nothingand next to everything as two is all you need to make eternity.