scorpio

I'm singing a political song that I wrote to my dad. It's difficult. It makes me want to cry. When I finish I make a words inventory on a bit of paper because not all the words are right, I've not finished writing it.


My dad comments on it, he says it's good to have got a reference to Israel in it.


My dad says look at the sky's, Scorpio us about to come up, he has a good navigation of the night sky.



Some women are commenting on how I have a beautiful penis.
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I'm with R again. I'm in her house in N. She looks as beautiful as she has ever looked. Her mum is here. We chat on the sofa. Her mum sits like I used to sit with her, legs up. But I feel uncomfortable as if she could kick me in the balls any time. We chat about r. She is still stuck in the same situation. Her life has not moved forward one bit. She feels stuck. Her mum is strong and not giving up, but I also see so vividly how her mum has mental problems relating to truly listening to r, she blocks things, and this is a deep part of rs problem with her health.



I've got a car and I'm driving it through the woods at Notre dame. I finally get down to the gates at the bottom and meet James and family


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