Breathe my child, tomorrow will come.

[thrudaphneseyes]

Alex rode up on a glorious bicycle. Obtaining a bottle of water and a screwdriver, we made our way in the club house fortress. Junior arose from his box. Sipping on fresh water, Jr was ready for work. Currency was exchanged for what we desired. And then we were on our way down a woodwork entrance to another world. Traveling home, we need a quick pickmeup. We brewed two fine cups of glory tea. Sipping on what made or heads go round and round, Simon and Garfunkel graced our ears. An afro-haired boy walked through the back yard. We invited him in for a little puff puff pass. Consuming what was left of our puff, we wandered back home again. Alex had to be on his way again. We thanked him and sent him with good cheer, as me and the afro-haired boy made our way to the tv for some animated Halloween stories. After time came and left, we gathered our remaining thoughts to have for the road. And we left, with the thought that we could rule our world.

Saturday's legacy will come soon.