It's 11:11 my friend is moving to the big city

There is nothing like a friend, and 11:11. MY T-pedal. The one who pushes my pedal and I can go, and an adventure is underway. And such good companionship. One who believes in me. One who will stir things up. I want to go bounding with her and tonight a paper has her to the throat, she is getting at it eye to eye. I say "Vai, Vai the -T-pedal." And i send her strength and mojomind-fillet to cook up her paper/ I have such flutters because she is going onward to San Francisco. All so perfect and i'm enthused, but still these flutters because i wonder what I'm to do with myself. I have the tendency to take myself and my endeavors way way serious. to get very hard on myself and hopeless, I go to this flat land in the palette of my mind. trying to take everything as function. And she comes and is digging on something, she is ready to give it up to the times ahead. And then we go and make some happening or hefty episode that makes you wanna say "Absolutely!" with a dangerous smile. she laughs or rolls her eyes when I strut. and she knows just what's going on. or she lets me get all bothered and she gives me a squeeze but lets me do my bothered thing. I will miss going to her place right here in town and laying it on her. I will miss romping with her and those simple run-ins. caught dead-centered smack in town. I will miss reading our mutual "Cancer" moon sign reports from Brenzky against her desire. I will miss thrilling with her. Man! i know she's only moving to the city, but i love having this stomping ground too meet her and make madness. i hope i hope we keep a constant from city to sc. I think that only we could devise creative ways to nail each other from afar with you! (in my natashan spirit) that just make you tingle. I think she will continue to get my pedal, push my pedal, make me take off in ways I could hardly imagine. I think we help each other conquer.