Dear Pink Floyd,
After following Miss Universe Andrea Meza and notating my processes in the laboratory for growing The Blue Oyster, I did discover that, at times, I still feel alone in Okmulgee Oklahoma USA. Working every day has become normalized and putting in 12-20 hours a day to ensure progress seems to work. Not owing debt, making the lives of others easier seems to ensure peace. But not for others around the world. Im taken to that garage apartment in Bixby Oklahoma where I continually listened to Pink Floyd CDs from the Shine On Box Set. Playing with light boxes and blending the colors while blasting Animals on an Aiwa 3 CD Changer with only 1 speaker. I had to change my name from John Morris to Johnny Dreamdragon. Something that made less sense. Why must the almighty choose people with “US” in their name. Like Elias, Moses, Jesus, Nostradamus, and John Morris.? Trip trip to a dreamdragon? Im here, and Im waiting for your visit The Americana Dream is waiting.