My reality is at the end of the dream. When I walk down the road of life searching for the door that will guide me to my reality I am merely walking to confirm there is nothing there.

I bet when you hold hands with a girl that cool you wonder if its possible youre going to levitate like that one of them monks I saw on a TV commercial once which dont you wish that was real- Mack

Cry no tears for us my friend. I pry at her fingers panicking to be released in fear that she may drag me into death with her. She croaks again Lend no aches to the dreams of yesterday. From the corpse of Warren his greyish gums smack from whatever goo has settled in his mouth Allow the tide sweep free the bay. Then together they sing in zombie choir And home the ships sailing send.

Dream delivers us to dream and there is no end to illusion.

For those who want to pray for me to find God please dont waste your prayers. If you really think God is listening to you then please use those precious moments to ask God to care for the sick and dying and leave me out of it. Im happy without my faith and with living my life in the here and now. Besides thousands before you have prayed for me to find God and it hasnt worked yet. Why would God value your request over theirs

Lord make me less like Jonah and more like Jesus. Save me from being the kind of person who cares more about my comfort my reputation and my success than I do about the people You are calling me to serve. Help me to keep all of my dreams on Your altar and be ready at all times to respond with faith and obedience to Your call.

I rouse Emily to our guests as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at my direction pointing out the coming shadows and I cannot help but hear a muffled sigh as she decapitates her latest creation with a single push of her hand.

Prayer did not come easily to me for I always feel that prayer is a silent things and opening of the heart. To ask for earthly benefits to reel out a list of requirements and expect them to be supplied is not prayer. It is putting God in the same category as an intelligent grocer.

Thats a stupid name Whirly-gig is much better I think. Who in their rightmind would point at this thing and say Im going to fly in my Model-A1.People would much rather say Get in my whirly-gig. And thats what youshould name it.

I believe a boy can have anything in life that he wants once he starts working for it. The main thing is not to give up. It makes no difference how tough things get just bow your back keep working and put your heart and soul into it. As you go along your way live a good clean life dont hurt anyone or anything and always be honest. It doesnt hurt to pray a little too. If you do all those things-someday youll have your pony and gun. Youll get help when you least expect it.