My Radar Love

BhagavadGita

'With my heart in my mouth
Because your love is everything to me
I know you make me suffer
But I'll never let you go"

Silvio Berlusconi, Italian Prime Minister, in a song he wrote for his newly released debut album of love ballads.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

I didn't know Italian Prime Ministers doubled as ballad mongers.

Have I made you suffer?

BhagavadGita

I would say that this poem speaks of how i felt years ago when i was married and felt it was too late for me. It speaks of my struggle to make sense of a love I had for someone who I had never met, but whom I knew only from dreams and coincedences and sometimes, a vauge awareness that an energy presents had entered my room and it was not my dead father,
...it was you....
.... she suffered because she was not and could have no hope for the one her heart was pine ning for in form.

now...well, hell...life is more like heaven every day I wake up and it is because of you sweet radar. I know I have said it before but,

Oh God, you are so very HUGE!!!!!!!

You make me so happy in my Yellow Submarine Jeremy boobheadboy. You fixed my broken engine and i never knew you were so handy with tools, AND i never could have guessed you could ever love someone like me and i bet your a born button pusher because i surely am a lever puller!

Deborah
xoxox

BhagavadGita

Excuse me if i have posted this dream before....you are gonna read it again if i have.

Sept. 3, 2002

The world is scaring me. I need Neal Young to help everyone change their mind. Move to new worries from myself, to the planet.

Sept. 6, 2002

It was about PJ. I was invited into some kind of inner circle. Ed was approachable, loose and relaxed. He and I began a conversation about religion. I told him about the Sakya Monastry and CSL. Then he hugged me and held me for so long that he rocked me back and forth.

I woke up. It was the most extraordinary feeling of total peace and love, as if I had been held in the arms of God himself. I woke up and immediately had to get back to sleep, to get back there! It was hard and i could feel myself getting tense. I did fall back asleep and got back into the dream, which rarely happens. When i got back to his place he had gone to play with a friends band. My Cathy and Andrew were suppose to meet at a play but i didnt go cause Ed was holding me. He ask me to write my number down and said he would call. My friends were going to be mad at me so I didn't have anyone to tell what had just happened.

I was hard waking from this dream into this reality...as it always is when he visits me at night...but, i will take that because that touch from him was unreal.

Radar(Baba)O'Riley

Originally posted by BhagavadGita
boobheadboy.

I think, instead of bobble head toys, they should make Bobble Boob toys of all our favorite supermodels. The boobs would bobble and gyrate, which, in turn, would make our heads bobble and gyrate, too.

The second Bobble Boob series could come "With Lactating Action"