Short story

A man with the most with the most imaginative mind on earthy draws apon the stars to display the story that he see fit as himself. Let's start from the beginning where all stories start, it was a dark yet bright dreary day in the land of hearts. The place where all go to seek out what it is there soul wants. A most beautiful place where the grass is fresh cut with the most vibrant green appeal in all the land so vibrant it brings tears to the eyes from the radiant Sun pairing down. The first scant one smells is the dew from the first rain of the year with a slight portent taste of dandelions. One does not just walk to this place it rides carriage the dock where he then catches the boat man who ferries them across for a toll few of two pennies after he arrives hes greeted by a most peculiar man! Who smells like a fresh drunk right out of the bar from a long nite of folk songs and beer. He dresses with an ordinary tux and top hat. Gripping in his hand a cane made of the finest oak you've ever seen. The man then ask what's your purpose for visiting these lands? The man responses simply with a question for him. He who stands in the way is one who gets in the way. Hey looks over and see the most trustful lady on earth. His jaws drop and in the back of his head he goes threw how life would be in his mind with her in it. They dance back and forth as the nite continues. He has couple drinks nothing like liquid courage to promote the opening lined of "Carr to dance" he slow waltz over with a swagger almost as if one side of his body had a limp. He approaches her ever so gently with plan put and Bowing down. Then asked care to dance. She gazes down into his eyes as with a smile on face replies would love to. They carry conversation about there life's and experiences threw out the dance. Afterwards the head towards the grassy meadow where they hold one another as the star at the stars. Both pondering the same thing like there bodies were in tune with one another. It's perfect poetry to see happening in real life. With his shacking left had he grips slightly above her thigh and brings his right hand towards her left cheek. She embraced him for a kiss. Before they knew it, it was all over. Both in aww as the go about there day to day routines.

Not sure what to do with this hehe so im posting it just random ness form me enjoy...

Cars

Love them hate them they are here to stay. Love them when they run right and get me to my destination on time and safely. Hate them when they break down and they are all sadpanda. It makes me sad when my car breaks down. I love her. We go on long rides with nothing but the road and the great sounds of trance coming form the the windows. AS the bass gets louder and louder she gets faster and faster. I can feel her wanting to be free as we move hand in hand when we drive. Its not as if she a part of me i'm apart of her. When i breath she breaths when i step she steps so on and so on. I love my ford 97 gl Taurus she treats me well and in return i treat her with the respect she deserves. Yes if you were wondering gl does stand for general luxury in my mind. Nothing but oil changes every 3k miles and gas that i feel is fitting for her as well as not letting her getting low on any fluid. She needs a little tender loving care but with a little i receive a lot and respect that. My story of me and her going to Seattle. On the way back on one tank of gas she got 450 miles which is about 30 mph not bad for a car with 220,000 miles on it. Its a true ford story and how strong American made cars are and still stand the test of time. I will never trade her or giver her up for any other car shes mine until the day i die............