Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

"southern energy"
And it was with this song, that I thought I had found my first love, red skirted and goddess like. Long flowing brown hair
Her white thighs that first morning, angelic in boxer shorts, and I, though consumed a thousand times over with lust the shady feeling taking in pornographic scenes had never been so innocent as that morning and so filled with something purer. But was it love? I couldnt tell you then or now, just the beauty of the Manitoba prairie as the sun rose, the mist lifted, the seemingly frozen dew.
Later that week I found comfort and torment, I found chaos enclosed in the form of my newest friend, my dreams of love disturbed by what paxil could do, or could leave when accidently forgotten... and that shell of anxiety bundled in rage and fear. and I was meant to hold her still. And I was meant to hold me still. And I was meant to lead us through, as if I had ever known what to do.

"Rollin along on this old dusty road, passin a place a new, make sure that you have a friend, someone to hold on to, someone to share all those colors, the golden hues and midnight blues, they wash over us, on our bodies, chirping birds, whistling a warm tune."

the dusty road to no where, and the midnight lake, and the fear of the unknown, I was looking to her to for the rainbow warm purity in her dress when she danced, and she was expecting me to be some one better.

Adjust time - add love- repeat.
Adjust time - add love- repeat.