Well yeah, BIRD IS THE WORD

I don't know what time I really actually collapsed to towards my pillow, in the afternoon, but let me try to presume. My face hit that cushion, and my eyes folded back. I was out and laid unto the sack. My consciousness packed. My unconscious in tact. Let's go all "SLEEP ALONG" and just lay back.

It's a reallllll niiiiicce and allllll sweelllll. La la la la la la, I can hear birds chirping. Their beautiful songs are worth hearing past the noon daay sky. I'm presuming and performing a sense that when I'm usually tense the activities of ...these beautiful creatures flying by will move me and make me less tried. And when they aren't here I just look all like "DANG SANG RANGLE MANGLE!!! LET'S ALL JUST PUMP OUR FISTS AT THIS HERE AND GET FRIZZLED!!! MY EMOTIONS ARE ALL BAKED AND SIZZZLED!!!!" I wanted to hear you from the perch of the chimney sweep with your words pleasantly keeping.... peep.... peep... peep. My eyes are seeking what it is you will truly do next. I watch as you feed your young ones from your... nest and lay your... lost full of zest.

 I like to thank for the moments such as these. That come up every spring. Singing songs and ringing in the joy of life. The year seems something that's emotional in the changing of the seasons. The cold to hot temperatures rising moving us ...to love warmth and chilly perceptions. The extremes creating tension as we brave the element through tough climate. AND IT SOUNDS A LOT LIKE AN EMOTIONAL ROLLACOASTER... ROLLA ON DOWN TO DEPRESSION... CLASS IS IN SESSION. Sit down and overcome. There will be tough. rugged moments in my life in every season, but praise be your majesty. THe God who does no wrong. The God who does me no wrong. The one whom these beautiful birds sing their song of celebration that need not a drop of time for translation. The pivitul sensation. Believe me when they sing I too will sing along. I too will sing in on their beautiful songs.