A job offer.

my dreams to come true

tomorow

for my man to confess he loves me

don´t know

to go to church

biscuits

a good idea

My earthling rabbit

the perfect wave

sitting by the phone waiting for it to ring.

waiting

being alive

being happy in his arms

errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

this

trying to imagine, if I was a biscuit, what kind of biscuit would I be?

thinking

searching in a field for butterfliys

keeping praying

I'll be poor and hungry...

i will have to wait or accept that my life is boring and i will always be sad.

i will be dead

ill keep hoping

will crash it

dunno

I'll content myself with knowing I'll be reincarnated as a pink wafer

nothing

i shall decease into a point of a little space, no?

it will