Strength.

And again.

What is right is right.

Stand up.

A wonderful dream for the world at 18 years of age is a dream to aim for at any age.

Back to classic literature and effective poetry.

We will try. Tomorrow a new leaf, a new page anyway.

The original stories are repeated with minor – like version two – variations.

Once in a while the uninvited glue comes unstuck and a clean sheet is peeled off.

Something definitively new.

Porcine mushrooms and alcohol wipes with a side order of jokes.

Start making sense….please!

Baby, you wander like the shuffle and otherwise we dance well.

Look to the peaks and troughs, it’s a straight line in between.

Stop measuring, start making sense. Lyrically.

Grey should go.

Time to enjoy differences, variety in every way, place, person, mood and mode.

Grey – forget it, it’s a bad idea, it personifies fear, uniformity and lack of personal decision..

Blue—-good. Red—-lovely. Yellow—-brighten up the day. Green—-powerfully soothing. And so on. The beat goes on!

Join life, be alive, be conscious, be bright.

Delivery.

Deliverance.

Deliverable.

We were prepared for everything. But everything hadn’t been invented.

We became flexible, adaptable, on-the-tip-of-a-pin ready.

Now, we were really truly, fluidly…prepared.

Oh wise one – oh glorious gargantuan!