That's what friends are for...

..under the rainbow of consciousness, the dew drops hasten in the morning light.
Soliloquies from morning birds drip melodies hither.
The frisky tails of small fury creatures waggling thither.
Nature is listening...the sky is not crying, but anticipating openness around us like heaven with a ribbon fastened...
Goodness is next to loneliness, it's arms wrapped round tight to remind loneliness of positive affirmation...
and with shoes off and bare feet exposed to the incandescent rays, my soles are free...
A bowl of fruits and berries, with a splash of goats milk and a dash of granola flakes...
My eyes take in the warmth of leftover moonlight...
My face (smack)....?
( smack smack smack....throttle ....shake...)

~Yo! Yo, yo yo! Dude! Wake up...drink this coffee...you alright?
-Uh,(sip)... yeah...thanks....shit, man...what the hell happened?

~You got hit by the patchouli bandit.
-Daaaaaaamn, for real?

~Uh huh...but you'll be a' ite....just take a bath in some tomatoe juice. Add a splash of Vodka and then do,like, five bong hits in a row...put on the first Ice cube cd and/or the first public enemy record, vinyl, then....

-Then what, man?!

~Then pray my brotha...pray.
-Thanks, man...thanks...

Be aware of the patchouli bandit...this could happen to you...

U.s