the best part of waking up..

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…is to watch the morning unfold, looking as inviting as buttered toast. The sun is out and someone in the apartment has decided to liven things up by playing the saxophone….it’s odd I always relate the sax to a moonless night. For a brief moment I think I hear the flutter of pigeons…getting breakfast I suppose? As for me I shall squander away the morning for its mine to give. Nothing beats the feeling of warm sun on your back and the spectacle called life.

Calling all Vikings

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If you’re hiding in some forlorn cafe hoping to meet your soul mate like Iam wont to do ….I’d reckon it may take a while. Here’s the thing though I do wonder where they can be found? I hadn’t really meant to voice that aloud but then Ralph must make himself heard …thats umm what imaginary friends are wont to do…..he looked at me and said maybe I ought to call off the search and simply enjoy the sudanese blend. And to the ummm Vikings I do meet in life ….smile more and take a chance ….ask her if she’d like another round of coffee and don’t worry mommy is right around. Meanwhile onto matters more frivolous may-haps a dip?

And afterwards I could read your fortune in the dregs?