tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post115491940582130834..comments2023-09-27T01:47:06.621-06:00Comments on Do Not Go Gentle — Poetry & Cancer, Life & Death: 8.06.06, The Trumpet and the PenisMr. Joneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11269292710998486303noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26495977.post-1154951851426510252006-08-07T05:57:00.000-06:002006-08-07T05:57:00.000-06:00oh my heck!!!! what a dream. im sure it means some...oh my heck!!!! what a dream. im sure it means something. and you probably already know what it means. so ill have to ask my dear partner what the hell that means. i had my own dream on saturday, except it really happened. it was sureal, except im sure you would expect something like that to happen. brought home the nade, from the farmers market. had a very nice time. thought a bit hot. we drive to the parking lot. the father is walking towards us taking out the trash. we all exit the car, get the moms food the jazzbaby, and deb. by this time the father is walking behind us towards the condos. as you know there are two entrances, he opts for the first one as we continue on to the other. unbeknowist to us he has basically ran down the hall and put himself in the laundry room, or is doing laundry. we all finally get into the homestead. i take the jazzbaby into the tv room. all the while he is waiting for me to leave. hug the mom and leave. would not speak or look at me or my woman. oh my heck!!!! alas no peni in my daymare, but there was no talking or looking. ;) am looking forward to seeing you. i love you and am happy that your penis is still attached!!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com