Oh how these dreams will weave deceiving. Fright, desire, like, unlike, I cybershare them, so to clarify or clear my mind or conscience is it I’m unburdening merely by way of bears or bear-hugs preferable. Some names would fit here nicely in with assonance which is addictive in me, but I’ll be discrete and not repeat them nor will I kiss and tell or rather wish-to-kiss et cetera… If wishes were kisses, I’d be Brad Pitt or somesuch. Ah, there’s one potential hit. I’ll tag it so. Exploit it. In this internet, there’s nothing I’m not capable of or very little with so very little culpability. I’ll tempt me into Latin in a minute, so it’s time to end this uninspired more-or-less, half-hearted as my heart and aspirations are otherwhere and otherwisely occupied in last night’s dreams I wish I could recall more of, moreover.