its a beautiful day in the neighborhood....won't you be mine.

my perfect Amidala and Willowmeena and i are just enjoiing the sweet sense of spring, absolutely perfect. a sweet surrender into ones self state of mind for i am seeing fine into the sky
indeed to deny
another thought of self righteousness.
as i open my eyes to the bright sun a reflected rainbow makes me want to look and the Chesire cat smiles down from somewhere out there; i crave an adventure to the moon to see a moonrock. what would the air taste like and where would you be....you be Joseph and i am ellen with disinigratiing pants * one spaghetti with astronaut icecream please*






the universe is mine and you are my cosmosphere....