Magical Thinking

When you take your whimsy

By the flimsy

And tell it where to go

Magical concoctions

And excited eruptions

Are sure to overflow. 

Love Will Hold Down the Fort

All she could see were the dimensions. No explanations. No official form or structure. Just the dimensions, floating around in The Big Squishy all loose like gum balls in a candy machine. Naturally, traveling through this in a time as mysterious as today would be a disaster, but she had few choices and this one was the least excruciating. “Go with your flow Child. Trust the light within,” lingering in her ears as fresh as it was first spoken, she attempted to gather her thoughts and belongings and piece  them together as best she could and put some oatmeal on the stove. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day…

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