I believe you are deceiving me miss, for

I believe you are deceiving me miss, for only pigs can fly. Well then, how do you suppose that little robin got all the way to the top of that tree? I don't know..it must have been

it's spidey-like senses to let it shoot a little web and pull itself up so high, but only a fool could think a bird could fly. I did here a rumor that fish could...

but then again, who really knows if they actually can.

Hearing that made Ken wince. He knew he could levitate if he would focus and practice, but in his waking life he forgot to do that. At least his sister had more practical dreams, l

had dreams that resided somewhere between the fantastic and the practical. I saw goals attainable but far away. I reached for the near but incomplete impossibility.

I took one step forward & two steps back. I would see the glass half-full, but then discover it was really half empty. I jibbed when I should have jabbed. I

focused on a wishy-washy, middle of the road mindset. I straddled that fence with a gusto. I was a linguist in talking out both sides of the mouth. Middle was my middle name.

But was also just a tool used for grade boosting. I was scarred from passionate life heresy, go to school, do an activity then get a job. She was no "real" drummer, no spirit.

Her true corporate face couldn't contain my multitudes, which is a fancy way of telling you that I have many tongues and it grossed her out when we smooched. Ah, but someday...