always be a kookindred kid klown with YOUr unique gifts as you journey forward...

NEVER surrender to ANY who attempt to mold YOU into a plastic craZed creature...

simply sing... dance... paint... draw... sculpt... film... play... drift... jump... create YOUr way...

deep deep DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP in fall freedom forever far-out family forest we are each totally FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE to BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...j>a>e>17 :):):)

OH YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH X 17 :):):)

AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO X 17 :):):)

HE AH HI AH HO AH HE AH HI AH HO AH HE AH X17 :):):)

http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=FEAfFeT070M January Jinglemistress Judy Collins shares her magic with "Send in the Clowns

"Isn't it rich?
Are we a pair?
Me here at last on the ground,
You in mid-air.
Send in the clowns.

Isn't it bliss?
Don't you approve?
One who keeps tearing around,
One who can't move.
Where are the clowns?
Send in the clowns.

Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours,
Making my entrance again with my usual flair,
Sure of my lines,
No one is there.

Don't you love farce?
My fault I fear.
I thought that you'd want what I want.
Sorry, my dear.
But where are the clowns?
Quick, send in the clowns.
Don't bother, they're here.

Isn't it rich?
Isn't it queer,
Losing my timing this late
In my career?
And where are the clowns?
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year."