Tenes la receta justa para hacerme sonreir

I try to picture a girl, through a looking glass. See her as a carbon atom ; see her eyes and stare back at them. See that girl as her own new world ; though a home is on the surface, she is still a universe. Glory God, oh God is peeking through the blinds. Are we all here standing naked, taking guesses at the actual date and time. Oh my, justifying reasons why, is an absolutely insane resolution to live by. Live high ; live mighty, live righteously. Takin it easy ; live high, live mighty, live righteously. Try to picture the man, to always have an open hand. See him as a giving tree, see him as matter ; matter fact he's not a beast. No, not the devil, either always a good deed doer. And it's laughter that we're makin, after all. The call of the wild is still an ordination why, and the order of the permeates. All our politics are too late. Oh my, the congregation in my mind ; is this assembly singing gratitude. Practicing their livin for you. Just take it easy, and celebrate the malleable reality. Nothing is ever as it seems ; this life is but a dream.