i dream all day. i can pretend i'm the bird flying over when i'm not busy. from up there, nobody looks stupid or violent. the just look wingless. flying gets so monotonous sometimes. i would trade my wings for some fingers, i think, if i was ever asked what i wanted.
greetings from earth. wish you were here. no, wait... wish i was there. too many people stopped worshipping the sun centuries ago. i'm all for having my hands down my pants, but not 24/7. keep doing what you do! hasta bonanza! love, your imaginary earthbound friend, jp