My parents are wide awake. I’m dreaming, of a better life. Writing to escape it all. Remember, it all starts with the planting of a few seeds. They really hold the world together, you know. Just keep on diggin and sewin and plantin what you’re reapin.
Anything you feel should go blue, turn blue, or better yet, yellow; at least to start. Appropouture is the machine. We’re all sitting at our desks, our boards of many continents, moving forward through time, in the proper way and pleasing that we choose.