My mouth is dry unlike the weather – rain hammers onto my hood – flows off – there’s a waterfall in front of my face as I fast walk from where I’ve been. Angling my head to avoid the water brings brown strings of flesh scattered across the cement to my attention: worms, too many to count, all on their way like me.
The best moments were when things got unreal, when creativity ran wild…
Sing a lullaby beside the water…
Her self-deprecation had compounded into an Other inside of her head…
No one wants to accept that the person that they are would not put up with the person that they are.
You reached for the secret too soon, You cried for the moon, Tell me who are you Because I really want to know. Mr Brownstone He’s been knockin’ He won’t leave me alone, No, no, no, I used to cry But now I hold my head up high And you see me Somebody new – Forget about him; We’ll have ourselves a ball. Emotional feedback on a timeless wavelength Bearing a gift beyond price, Almost free, It’s so dreamy Oh fantasy free me – Hell with it baby… Read more Jam Session: Interlude →
Joe spent every moment of his missing something but never figured out what.
The Pines of Rome was a ship with a body of oak though the crew in possession of her had no way of knowing that…
