all is well in strange

not much is going on  or im not telling you anything , my mind is on  a loop , with strange dreams of woderwall and the sad part its nothing well lets just type it sexully in nature it is us talking i crave to have a converstation with him my mind is so me   now i talk  i talk alot i want to talk to him i think i would find are conversation something interting if that makes any sense oh yes and were always having it with pie his looking at me i am looking at him we are talking about ever thing and nothing and we are eating pie  " why " brain why  banna cream pie and sometimes there music and sometimes not ,  well wonderwall i will let you muse over that one  and sis i will let you overthink that one me i will just write oh by th way ran into an old poem today  hrj  the day i started work was my first meeting with him an old rodro clown that does demented art work next week i  will blog the oem title hrj  in which  another adventure on the bus spaks life into my pen and brings forth such a rich tapestry for you to enjoy and i do hope you enjoy until next time

wonderwall get rest the type where your not completly exsusted and just coolapse

the bluured image of where i live

and sis just deal with me lol     ; ]