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Mr. master microphone make my way the laying home I can't deny that people say the hope of might is summer May did you know the lucid dream of cat in hat made hope for seen a new page chapter in my book I wrote a call to Summer Hope did she say she could not weigh the feast of manna in the pay, you won't believe the thing I read online I said online I read why does it always have to be so emotional? I don't understand what this is doing. If I don't talk to anyone, I don't have to explain and that's better than telling all these people what I've done, I can almost see , a prodigal son returning home after laying with the pigs, he doesn't want to read anything about jealousy. I am certain that there is no regular expression for the experience. I would have to coin a new phrase to explain what it was that I had experienced. it was there that day that I made a choice  to look at something different I had spent all my years trying to understand what she wrote and they were so envious of her. They couldn't understand why God chose to make his son a woman. Why would he do that? It doesn't make any sense but it sure is day we know that's what he's doing , and we don't argue about we just talk to each other about mini bribes and colorful expressions of hopeless sundry garments from my wife she writes and in all the work I never imagined that you would spend all of your time confounding my effort while you did everything you could to help us understand what is day if not a plan to overcome the chapter Sam wrote about disbelief and doubt he was living in the cloud he didn't need anyone telling him what the share path I need a symbol Church in thimble God in rain, make this lucid summer plane for all to see. I wrote the cord and gave the lines of truth to sword semper five you understand and make it plain without the rand I need choice plus and call hiatus.