"Ofcourse one believes a very frustrated six year old about a talking headless Barbie doll. All I got was an earful about how bad a brother I was and the next day I didn't get any fudge for breakfast. Because I was SUCH a bad boy, making excuses to cover up after myself. But I know. About them. The voices in the doll...
Chins up, head tall. Necks graceful and long, like swans. Let those pretty jewels in your eyes feast upon our 23rd Century gracing the Earth. Touch, feel , drown and immerse yourself into your journeys. No longer do we just fantasize about living like legends, or gods We are beyond living like them, We are the gods...