If a moonraker is one who moonwalks not on the moon, then a dreamer makes real that which is rebuffed by a loon. ; )

Some set to the sea for awe in waves, sails, and Polaris, but I find the most intimate wonder in the plops, sheets, and sporades—for without the minor there is no major. ; )

Bring on the cavalcade of bull, but let it be known that there is neither muleta nor sword over here; rather, impossible impasses are met with the magic of mindfulness’s ability to perceive the prestige and, hence, counter the red with a mightier head. : )

That fishy smell you sense in your olfactory may just be mundungus instead of the sweet aroma of the sea you sniff in us, so drop the pipe and set the pen and cleanse your prosaic soul—by opting for the hype of ripe outside your den that schools for you a new, mosaic role. ; )

As her son fits the bill for love as brilliantly warmthful as the sun, even a starquake could not separate them—mum and hun. ; )