granted: but you will dream of this dream forever and never realize it can't happen.
I wish that all the mountains in the world were made of mashed potatoes, while all the lava was gravy, all the trees were brocollie, and all of us people were the little bacon bits, and then when the elves got angry, the mountains would keep all of the gravy inside them, because the potato elves wanted to keep it all to themselves to calm thier anger, and then the sun was made of cheese, and the moon was made of white chocolate. the end