The rain in Michigan
I was encouraged to go out tonight and I did. Not necessarily what I had hoped, but I made it out. said some hi's, shook some hands. My butt moved a bit, and i liked it. But then, the man offended the identity by questioning possibility, and we walked home in the rain. It's not the same scene, and i have not the patience. That's died, from fear that Christ lies, and is a liar, spooking my faith with tall tales of the fire that awaits my desire. I've become more of a Taoist, no expectation, just appreciation, Find a way to damn that if you can. The knocked over tall can has wetted wires with hops, drops of liquid courage. Allow me to discourage you from thinking too much about such stuff. I am, and that is enough, maybe forever.