Three on a swing. (or sometimes four... and maybe more)

[Prophet Bunny One]

Who was it that I fell in love with on Wednesday night? I was so wonderfully out of my head that I suspect I did not even remember my own name. But I remember something about being on a swing with two beautiful girls and singing something about how we liked being three (or did that all happen in another life?). My memories of that night are fleeting and fragile. The next two days uncontrolable waves of memories and feeling washed over me like a drowning surfer. The U-Bot within me was working on overdrive trying to figure out who you were and what happened that night to the point where it finally burnt itself out. Many thanks for the fun and love and setting me on a journy which helped me un-U-Bot myself. I had a very nice funeral at the temple burn to say goodbye and to honor the love that we had.