I hear the rat-a-tat-tatt of the universal rhythm. I dance. I sing. I rap.
A twenty-four hour cosmic conversation spanning the whole spectrum of imagination
According to my rulership book, geraniums are ruled by Mars. They are vigorous no doubt. Not like the persnickety petunia, which tears easily and wilts at the slightest provocation.
These two are growing together in my garden, getting along well, losing none of their separate identities.
I am a brilliant creation of the universe formed from the cosmic protoplasm sailing into eternity. I have two hands, two feet, a couple of great ears, and I'm clipping through life at a moderate pace; minding my p*s and q*s, crossing my t*s, dotting every i.