whisper to me....

sweet valley...

I see something in here that mine eyes have yet to grasp.
I hear wings fluttering in here...that i can only feel.
I feel safe in here all consumed in colour.

oh sweet valley...sing softly to me now...
while the moon is all a glitter, my mind forsakes " Come Hither"...
as butterflies float ever so softly to me.

whisper...i whisper to my sweet valley and take comfort in her wings...

Ok now for some funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
I seen you and I drempt of coconuts....melting in a gold coast cup...
with those tiny green marshmellows diving in my bowl of soup.
All the while I played with an orange hula-hoop...

jumpin' to the beat of my coffee brewin'....hot....sweaty...soft and lovely...
delightfully tempting...
oh shit...i've lost control! ...
bitting into you...feeling the juices flowing into my mouth and down my throat.
Quenching my taste buds, making me wet,
as I devour you whole...going into a frenzie heading for your core and never ending...
oh so soft & moist ...those warm juices dripped down my face...through my fingers and down my arms...
engolfing my body and soothing my soul...leaving me in a daze.......ahhhhhhhhhh how refreshing...man that was some lunch...
I wonder what is for dinner???
hummmmmmm....maybe more fruit...ya think?

ahhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaa....merry, merry food fight terry...oh my gosh my legs are hairy!!!!

Peace in the valley, Peace in the city, Peace in your souls...
as always my babies...rock on and POWER TO THE PEOPLE RIGHT ON...!

ps...don't worry, for I have been keeping notes on nawlin's..my home town, my heart my soul.
We'll get there my babies...we just have to walk tall and speak loudly...for our Mayor Willy Wonka is deaf and well..uhm...his asshole speaks louder then his words...
maybe just maybe baby we shall be able to all come home and live in a normal city.

Well...uhm...as normal as we all can be...because honestly i don't know about you man...but I have always thought of New Orleans as a third world country....not in a bad way, but in a sort of laied back way man....ahhhhhhhh just a strollin' down royal..with a drink in ma hand man...flip flops a flappin' music jamin' folks laughin' and business' grovin' man...that was how Nawlin' use to be..... ma third world country...

So ma babies....
Until then...I'm just waiting so I can put some positive into the mix man...all the bad is depressin' man...

so yawl are just gonna have ta deal with my screwy writings and wait o-tay.
Peace out Yawl.
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