Variations of a well known cartoon stretched beyond recognition, I'm dizzy down and dirty.
There is heat and the same sweaty indecision, even now as I hold procrastination between my thumb and forefinger.
I say out with the people!
A trend for a dollar?
Let the fashions fade.
I have no fat friends.
Monday, July 24
Yesterday I wrote a little song!
I sang until there was nothing left of my throat.
I stopped making noise and went out into nature.
The trees held an odd green color and the sky, an odd blue.
As i walked along the small mountain path, i could feel no air, and a lightness came over me.
This was the point.
I sang until there was nothing left of my throat.
I stopped making noise and went out into nature.
The trees held an odd green color and the sky, an odd blue.
As i walked along the small mountain path, i could feel no air, and a lightness came over me.
This was the point.
Experience
Tripped by cold and fragile sounds
Rub me down and down.
Twisted by the raging creek
Rub me down and rub me deep.
Rub me down and down.
Twisted by the raging creek
Rub me down and rub me deep.
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