Still holding on and pushing, I hope you are! Even through the muck, I wanted more of you than just dust. I’m finally feeling like I’m getting a bar of hope on my mobile. IM STRONG. IM WRITING. IM KONG in how I am PALMING THESE BASKETBALLS.
I am so excited to be moving at an unheard of clip. I feel like ripping phone books, throwing cinder blocks and pushing weight sleds full of 45’s, blip. Jesus is manning this ship, wheel and I’m just along for the ride heaving coal into the incin-erator. I’m feeling braver and while this hangover exists.. Ladies, trade me for my shaking legs. Give me a kiss, blow it. I need a sign to let me know it’s time. I have beats flowing and ticker signs roaming. It’s never been about the mountain but the valley we should be parasailing through.
Stump giraters ought to grow up, sprout love for life and fern-gully these critters. Shake a leg in the litter box ands keep rolling. None of us will see the winners’ circle sulking. Hide the hurts, front. Let them rust. Trust God. IM!
