Thank Heaven those confused and visions had passed and she could review her situation! That man wanted her, and feck! she was keen herself! Thank Goodness for the garden of Eden that pointed the way to go! Nude and in the garden! Mmmmmm! Mmmmm! back home where she belonged and far far away from the seedy world of cornfakes factorys and the middlemen that put themselves between her and her true self, loves, life! The Pope the cardinal, the priest and the politician, the clown that was more about scaring the living daylights out of her than about laughter! She'd taken the bull by the horns and let him in! He explained that the nude woman in the kitchen was his blow up doll which he had resorted to using when thinking of her! Although this conflicted strongly with her visions of the garden of Eden, she still felt he needed her soft and golden love to take them both back to paradise that money and middle men cannot find.

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I need to be free of myself, need to breathe There's a door but you broke it, my handle

excerpt from you broke my button   by Parkovic