#8:16

A group of poodles is called a sproodle.

I still haven't spent a single wish, because I simply wouldn't know what to wish for. Until we're truly hand in hand- I wouldn't know how to form the words, much less where to begin, -it's like half of my head is missing.. you see, I'm something of combat-hardened veteran. And even then I say- but I don't mean like its physically missing, but rather dormant, switched-off, just quietly observing and along all rides remaining vigilant, whispering like some great intelligence, benevolently hidin' behind a curtain numbered: One, Two, or Three, and Home- but still there's no perfect formula, and so much must be pointedly left to chance, but I never gamble with my money, only my life, so HoneyDear lets dance! Take me home- since for somehow time and again God chooses me to fight as a wise informant and protector of His flock, so I can only wonder if this really has been our own little state of grace, -or might it be just be some divine favor for a hardy loving lifetime of mutually bad fucking luck, sent our way like one last hurdle... before the real final boss fight... one last test put to find or soul resonance for drift compatibility and putting on the full armor in suiting-up for all of His purposes, because when all the chips are down, we can still be an Oaken beauty branching in the breeze, stronger than any professor or tree could ever be... we can grow our Yggdrasil to catch them all, one by one, just to once again disconnect and set them free ..leaving them better than we found them, and blooming petals, leaves and acorns, and so much more... all from the same we 😉