Tuesday, November 5, 2019

In My Dreams

Now, how I ended up between the two of them, I don't know. There was Bucky Fuller on my left and Dr. Bronner on my right. They were both giggling like schoolgirls, slipping little, folded notes to each other behind my back.

Nobody up here opposes anything, as in "anything goes." Pansexuality isn't racy, it's just a normal state. If you can imagine it, it's normal. Ain't no victims in heaven.

These two are flirting because it's fun.

Dinner this evening is egg nog and eggplant parmesan. The menu is your imagination.

So is the music selection. Little Richard is in heavy rotation tonight. So is Grandpa Jones and Billie Holiday.

Of course what makes it heaven is the presence of everybody I've ever loved.

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