I had a dream about you. You were sitting in a dentists chair and I was cleaning your teeth. You wondered if I was a dentist and I wondered why more people didnt brush their teeth with Windex. I did a rush job with you because I still had sixty floors of windows to wash before I could get back home to my woman and the man she was living with.

When I am awake I sleep but when I dream I come to life.

Life is defined by the lives you touch and not by the mistakes youve made.

It is good for us to have trials and troubles at times for they often remind us that we are on probation and ought not to hope in any worldly thing. It is good for us sometimes to suffer contradiction to be misjudged by men even though we do well and mean well. These things help us to be humble and shield us from vainglory. When to all outward appearances men give us no credit when they do not think well of us then we are more inclined to seek God Who sees our hearts. Therefore a man ought to root himself so firmly in God that he will not need the consolations of men.

I had a dream about you. You were using a shovel as it was intended to be used and I asked you what you were doing. You replied Digging a six-foot hole. I said Ah are you digging a grave for our love And you replied No Im digging a grave for you. It was at this point that I unsheathed Chuck Norris right arm and sliced you with a karate chop.

This is the story of an electrically alive young woman on the brink of her adult life. An artist equally attuned to the light as the shadows with a limitless hunger for experience and knowledge completely unafraid of lifes more frightening opportunities.

I had a dream about you. I know I know I have never met you but Im pretty sure I had a dream about you. I had a dream about someone I didnt know so it may as well be you.

Nightly returning miracle you turn to anarchy the strict rule of reason.

I want all my drems to come trueBut for that I have to keep patience and burn the midnight oil.

I had a dream about you. Your skin was sandpaper and your armpits were hollow filled with dark chocolate and prunes. You offered me coffee and when I said no you handed me black coffee with a note that read 12 reasons not to drink coffee. I knew we would get along.