Little eyelids drooping she drifts deeply into sleep; then the creamy sky grows pink and the setting sun sinks deep. Then her head goes roaming far off to that distant land of dreaming

When champagne corks go pop and fireworks go boom and midnight bells begin to chime who flies into the room? Why the New Year fairy, of course. With a whoooosh she comes whizzing your way,

Craven Danger knew he was having that dream again. That dream where Betty fletcher becomes his bride. But in past dreams it was always he who was doing the proposing.

My name is Isabelle Martin and I am crazy. Not a weird, eccentric, wild crazy, but text book crazy. Well that’s what they tell me anyway...the ironic thing about insanity is the more you try and prove you’re sane the more people worry, so once the doc labels you, you’re in for a life sentence.

The craziest thing that I ever saw, Was a turtle, that was purple, from his head to his toe. He was up doing cartwheels, hand stands & more. He even played football as I kept the score.

As yet another day of dreaming, slowly passes bye. I guess it shouldn't be too much, to ask yourself to try. To will the balls to drop and win. So you can splash the cash & live in sin.

There's the music of bones And the meaning of ghosts The singing of what's lost And the haunting alone

I told her, “No!” Where HAD she been?