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Friday Night
It's a Friday night. Nothing to do but
sit here and dream and think, about
my man. I think about what we would
be doing. And how much we'd be kissing.
I like the feel of his nice hot breath
on my face. And his nice soft hands
on the back of my head feeling my nice
soft hair. While he's kissing my nice
soft lips. All i can think is that I'm
so in love with him. After that I'd
lie in his arms forever, soaking up
all the love I'd get from him. All the
happiness I feel. Then all I could think
is how long all this will last a week,
a year, or forever. At least I have
someone. To love and to hold forever
as long as i want.
Childhood Dreams
I dream of going someplace
warm. Where the grass is green, and
the sunshines. I dream of having a big
house. With a pool in the backyard.
A swing set in the front yard, with
kids playing. Me in the house. And a
loving husband. Someday if I work hard
I'll have it all.
Money
Money is good money is bad. You can have lots. You can have little. Money buys you things. It can even buy you love sumtimes. But when you don't have none you feel shitty. You wanna go out and do things with friends.but you can't because you don't have any money. Sometimes it sucks. Especially when you wanna get out. Especially when you wanna escape, from your fears from your tears. Someday you will be able to escape, when you get some money.
Cities
Big cities have big lights. I've been to gary, skokie, nile, and chicago. I had a pretty fun time. Even seen sears tower. I even met a few new people. I'm on a bus now, moving away from the lights. Which is probably a good thing. I'm not use to the city lights. I seen a subway, taxi, and tall buildings. The city is fun the city is fast mess with sumone they might kick your ass. The city is colorful, but right now i think i'll stick with the darkness, the dullness. Because that's what i'm use to.
Bad Dream
One night i dreamed i was in the movie the wizard of oz. I was dorothy. Except i was stuck high up in the air in the mayor's ballon. Everything wasn't bright and colorful anymore. Everything was dark and cloudy. I couldn't get out of the ballon. There were monkey's flying at me from every direction. Then out of nowhere i heard a voice. Saying "click your heels three times and say there's no place like home." so i looked down, my shoes were black but i'd thought i'd try anyways. I clicked my shoes three times and said there's no place like home. All of a sudden the bottom of the basket opened up and i started falling. Before i hit the ground i woke up and realized it was all just a bad dream.
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