What, in the world, did my subconscious mean by that Freudian slip?
The world is changing, dramatically. There is good news, such good news my heart nearly bursts at the thought of it. Like for real-- those aren't just words-- when I think about it, my heart gets bigger, then bigger-- each beat pumping it larger and larger, and I fear it (I) cannot take it much longer. Lord, please let what should pass, pass.
At any rate. I want to tell the world about you. The world has a right to know.