One being...million eyes... someone here as omniscient as omnipotent as God.  Now I'm completely lost...but do I have the years of life left to truly understand this book..it's a billion page novel and I still have to cook.

There's a magical trail up in Marin county....it runs from the coastal mountains down to the sea.  Many moons ago 15 ****** fools embarked on a journey to celebrate the coming union of my Berkeley hippie to his New York queen.

Yes this was his wish ..his bachelor party!  No broads, no **** and *** just 15 fools drinkin beer each with an ounce if grass...it was the best party one could have.

I fell behind....mesmerized by something that intrigued me....a Little yellow slug staring up at me.  So ugly it was beautiful...I studied as it slowly trudged across the trail.  The eyes the color the hypnotizing tail.  I wanted to pick it up and put it in my pocket...but this kind of beauty is meant for all to see.  So I spoke to the slug and said farewell...I love you so much I'll set you free.

It's been more than ten years but if I ever return....that banana slug will be looking for me.

I'll let you rest tonight...I'm sorry I ****** you off....but it was a little funny watching you blow that steam like Woody instead of being my cuddly bunny

My boy Steve from Palo Alto has this great boat....love to wake the Delta sometimes jump in and just float.  At night the scene gets creepy as we slowly motor home...looks like something out of Deliverance...a bayou, a fog creeps in the unknown

She told me to ******* but didn't block me....hmmm...What does that mean?

I've seen dwarves and elves and mean ol witches but I knew my eyes deceived me.  And if I thought these Ayes don't lie I'd blink then sleep then think again.  Tell me why you can believe someone something who's make believe versus flesh and blood and poured for thee.

And I'll still catch you if you fall....but my phone you'd have to call....don't worry if you can't fake a British accent...I'll forgive that "cheap lie" too