Have you ever heard this old "Going to hell, in a hand basket?"
Hey I thought it was just my mind! Don't make no sense, the hand basket part! SO . . . I Binged it, sure-nuff!
That plopped into my mind, and I thought. "WHAT?" The wonderment of me, really makes me wonder, A LOT!
SoMe tImEs, well . . . most, actually all the time it CONFUSES ME! So I just go with the tide.
I love those old sayings, I grew up with.
"Going to hell" I'm sure is the modern phrase.
OH SHITE! How in hell do I follow that?
Sometimes I feel like I'm in hell. Right now I feel like that old Devil has a hold of my mind, the only word that keeps looping in me mind is, hell, hell, hell. Oh hell!
In other Glen View news, , , , , , , , , , , , There doesn't seem to be any. Oh my God, the day has arrived! Where I'm tongue tied! No!!! That can't be right! I'm typing so therefore I would be, confused, stupid, illiterate, drunk, under the influence of my nighttime meds, CONFUSED will have to do I reckon.
I suppose I best go to bed and think about it.
MAYBE! If I dream, dream, dream, I shall have something to type about, quite possible, I have many dreams.
In my dreams, I feel the power of the universe flow through me, taking me higher, and higher! I leave my old tired body, my mind carries nary a glitch. My arms morph into wings, as I sail the wind currents of my mind, visiting one, and all, in peace and harmony.
My old tired body stays in sleep paralysis, while I travel and search my way out of the hell, I've created in my existence. Heaven is my dreams, and Hell is everyday!
Ahh . . . to slowly, slip, slide away, into dreamland . . . must be Heaven! IT IS TO ME!!!!!!!