nothing and no one matters more to me except for mrmeadow-maker.
the frailty of human relationships/bonds and our conditional demands made on others have certainly highlighted this.
im glad we have this secret thing going on, mister god, just you and i.

just you and i.

we have this common understanding, ya know. He is my idea of perfection. in light of blatant cynicism/second-rate deals/humourless joy-killing, i am glad to be Your little child.

the decisions i take might be bad, and if they truly are, please mrmeadowmaker, because we have this common understanding (yo,yo) thang going on, gimme your (yo) Peace cos i need your sign. make them BigBold-but-does-not-matter-if-its-not-Beautiful elephantine RoadSign with all those extra directions like
----> or <---- . it would be good if i pass prison and collect $200 buckaroos on the way. i dont want life to be a series of Monopoly, monopolizing my life. its bad enough to hear that love is a game by that guy on pseudo-tv. love is everything in Corinthians. holllaaaaa. Peace Out, brotha.

oh and God, just in case i havent been saying it lately, thank You for loving me.

i love You, very much.