Another summer fantasy.

"...you take care of the boat,
and I'll travel to the ends of this earth
...to bring you some fairy dust.
So pure and fine,
that it will blow away
if I do not encase it."

Where is the sun king?

In the throes of summer, summer hasn't been throeing me very hard at all.
Now I normally would never say this...Cause I'm stubborn about giving the illusion that I'm having more thrills than all of you: combined. But really, in all truth, that's probably not the case. Unless people are feeling like me, in this way that summer isn't so summer this year.
It's not like everything in all eternity sucks. No, that's not it at all. I think we've just had a shortage of happy, sunny days. Sunny days, complete with puffy clouds. Non of that "blue skied" bullshit.
So please, for all sake of humanity, could somebody scream to the sun that we want him back?
I'll bake cookies.

Intro

I'm starting to think. Starting to think that maybe my mind has had so many little mishaps. Mishaps where I'm not really thinking anything, and my conscious leaks out onto the floor. And, I'm thinking it could have something to do with long car rides. And during those particular car rides, doing nothing. Nothing at all.
But, when I have been thinking, I've been thinking about you.
You=you. Everyone that's sitting at their computer or other technological device. And reading this. Cause, that's pretty cool. And, (wow, another and) hi. I haven't been able to go on a useless ramble for awhile. Perhaps that's what I'll start to do now, in the throw of summer.

Creativity never tasted so good...on your tongue.

Sometimes, nobody cares anymore. And when nobody cares, isn't that the best?
You have no one to prove. Just everybody to beat.

Don't panic mymymy love, it's just the terrors of olga.

...And my body doesn't like you anymore. Whenever I see you, my arms will be like "AHHH!" and smack you across the face, while my mouth is like, "NOO! I AM SORRY MY LOVE!" Then my hips will lurch in your direction, with an impact that will cause you to fall to the ground...And the mouth says "NO! STOP!" yet you still fall "OH, FOUL PARTS!" My own feet will kick you, kick you, kick you blindly; and I will grow HORNS! From...from...from...[where should I grow horns?] my HEAD! Beating you senseless, senseless, senseless..."I AM SORRRYYY!"