The soul dreams of soaring
breathtaking coastal vista’s
wild and free.
A golden roaring sun
giving life and love to a new galaxy.
3 hours later
The reality of the situation
is hiding under the bed
gnawing on a old hot dog.
How do.
There is a forest behind my house and it tells me stories. I just do my best to translate.
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------------------------------------ There was an old picture of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.
----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.
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The soul dreams of soaring
breathtaking coastal vista’s
wild and free.
A golden roaring sun
giving life and love to a new galaxy.
3 hours later
The reality of the situation
is hiding under the bed
gnawing on a old hot dog.
Mi padre era así de jovencillo pero con quince quilos menos. Y se hizo mechas rubias antes que George Michael.
These are my sexy pants!! (man i want some
The soul dreams of soaring breathtaking coastal vista’s wild and free. A golden roaring sun giving life and love to a...