When is rains in this town it rains on everyone's parade. C'mon, you know that everyone has a parade for themselves everyday, don'tcha? Even the white cat who takes a bath on the edge of my king size bed has her own little parade with confettie, flowers, tiera's, catnip necklaces and fish flavored lollipops. (Sound like YOUR idea of a perfect parade?)

No, there is no LSD in this mind, only a natural occurance of ideas. When did that become wrong? When did questioning the unquestionable become a crime of sorts to the point of some circles placing labels?

I will continue to type and not let the creative craziness cease as I would encourage the rest of you to keep going!