"Take all you can, and give nothing back."
When Skulls are a protective symbol. How respectively giving can one be. Able Pirate's and Elves dance through My Dreams. A greeting with trust. An Irish blessing. Drinks for all around. Kitten's, Flying marsupials, and mice comfortably playing. Under the chair illuminated by unnatural light. Where speedy words and raging beats. Songs of love, and pleasure of the gathering. Blue hued iris follow seeping PC scenes. Worries seem far away across clear horizon. Distance acquaintances from far away lands. Perhaps the Gypsies would have been a better shot. Just one shot at the big times, and it's all good. I see no worries but numb memories of yesterday. If I try hard enough I can get sucked into the beat of life. Grab ahold with nothing to loose. And Let sweet dreams come when they may.