here is a man we met a year or two ago with a baby girl who swam with copp and fell off the platform in the water and i took a picture of her mid-fall with one hand and caught her with the other and she's in day care and probably doesn't remember but she does remember the dog and by association me. she's still tiny and cute as a button proverb. and papa got moves.

when adore opens you, enter

dance me to the end of time

we came for joy, not to steal land occupy terrorize and kill.

i have these feelings with no expression. that is why i cry and that is why i jump.

i loves the crows but they's hard to get to know.

i was listening to good irish music last night and happily noted it sounding like a mysterious language and not at all like some of the pub sound tripe i heard before.

song ah quiff.

song dogs

swimming upstream

young adonises chatting up the sexy girl while we jump up and down and splash for attention.