You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains.
You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.
You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows.
This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.

I can’t wait until season 5 aires.

The past is the past. I may think about it from time to time but there is now going back only forward. Its over and that’s that.

I don’t mean to sound rude or anything.

I reach to the sky with my zippo lighter and set a fyre.

I have some nice weed dreams, perhaps my favorite ones. Then waking up to Adventure Time, perfect.

LSD creates my dreams.
Colors melt away at my feet.
The world seems infinite as I am grounded.
I am drowning in knowledge.
Everything is what you want it to be.
In the laced dreams we called reality.

I miss you, I am not afraid of the thought.
You are to never return, I am not afraid of the thought.
I think of you everyday, all the good times we shared.
I reflect everyday and I am happy with the way things were.
Things change and I am fine with that, now.
What else is to be said about a fire that no longer burns. Only ashes left.
What will be of those ashes.

It’s a Lucky Strike kinda night.

Wonderful horrible creatures.
We are creatures in the night.

There is an invisible teacup in the sky. I can’t prove that it’s there and you can’t prove it’s not there either. So how can you believe all the “television” evidence of what really happened. Did it happen the way it was portrayed?