So here I am again. I'm a little confused and a lot of happy.

Just made a few jars of whatchya call jam, took a while but i slammed em in and no one's content like a man with sand in his toes from a dancing stand.

Hope you all are doing well, no time for me to talk to you, love you all but so much to do, I got to go and get some juice.  Waited all night for the phone to wring but no one answered at the great divide tween one day and the next so I just tired and put my head to pillows edge.  Wouldn't you know it life is grand it's up the clouds dropping sand from the booth in past times filled with sand, the sleeping sand.  I moved today in stranger ways than a man who makes his time in shoes, walkin around to kill the blues wouldn't it be nice, to be with you, but instead lets talk, with dots and shine, computer pipes. 

Some people I love, others I rate, hope to god I can get a date but comes a time in my life when I think of you and it's all a shame that no one else is good enough to thick in the head to beat it up but the gathering of wool is in town and holds a meeting to close me down. For good its sounds, til I'm a clown. 

None of this should make anysense because if it did I'd be a worried ant for you and the hunger that makes me queen over a day to day, my hunger isn't for food or fight, isn't for the daytime or the blight, I hoped to God we can still be right come the day it stands still, and you'll be filled, somethin other than swill, it'll be your fill. 

Until that day lets dance a heart to burst from the sharpest light and harken of a dawning day when all my life is still, feet won't move and hands will swing slightly in the gaining breeze but hearts will stop and my veins might stop from other than cholesteral blocks.

I hope that day reasons of past come to my head and that be dashed upon the sidewalk til I can talk and come to be myself...cause right now I call me David but truly it's a shameful haven of light jazz filled with blues...

Yesterday wasn't this way, I hope to you, sway today, clouds are out of view,

Make it two,

Thinking of thats the way the world goes round, it might've shown with a pendulous sway when the words come swingin round...but who cares for now, its just a round.

Feelin groovy.