good morning, my sweet, how’d you sleep? how’d you get here laying between me and the cornfield in the mist of the ocean and orange peels? well, should we just prepare to see life like it’s never been seen suddenly clean and with so much more meaning? awake in a dream where we are machines alive and breathing. good morning, my dear what’d you think what did you expect connecting with me without question without answers without permission to land here in this day care, in this night abandon, it was a nightmare but it was the dreaming that left us stranded. stranded.