In the sea of love

From the perspective of the entire prehistory of our species, …

Separated.

i once am lost
now a’m found

simultaneously, at the SameTime.

The doors are screened open to the wind blowing in warm. Free as I need to be. Until suddenly.

Beyond that setup I’m preoccupied with possibilities for generating stake, like at Vicksburg–growing community too? Is that asking too much of a business plan?

Ennaway. The mommy tides were not even neap and I have to move on from the possibility of them ever being so. I don’t know how things work on the other side of the gender binary, but a man can’t live that way. Can’t, legitimately, and can’t, even practically.

I have to engineer my own Spring AND cleverly leverage equities.

How is a thing said by old-time movie Indians.

That is the view of the DreamLife from thirty thousand.

Meanwhile, in Reality, there is the Real Weather happening in the actual diurnal nocturnal.