Me and Orangatan Man

Hey Orangatan Man, what do you say?.. I say HEY, R U OK? Yes OM (Orangatan Man), I have eaten my dinner and I am putting my thoughts to the page...I don't think that is enough, Hope, can I call you Hope?..Yes you may...I do feel a bit bruised and bullied into a sense of numbness and fatigue. Tonight I can watch some football. Maybe that will be fun...You are miraculous, Hope, do not give yourself away. Keep your gates high, and your energy for your creations, not the dirty of society and mystic rages your way. Think of me as soft and fuzzy, for u and only u to hold...Thank you OM. You do look a bit like a furry rug. I see you in a white tux after I have used cream rinse and combed you all out without pain, with a top hat and a cane...That sounds so groovy Hope...You are special to me OM. You will hold a gate so that guys do not get too close, even and especially conversationally...You are so precious and holy Hope. I am dedicated now that I can see you glowing above me, bringing me white light energy through the top of my head. I can walk, climb, and scream all I want now. Thank you...You are welcome OM. You are so magnificent and your own type of pretty.