We are a body.
We answer the unsettling mysteries of eternity and now with the unsatisfying conclusions of every moment.
We are the United States of the United States.
I pace and jiggle to the happy and forlorn sounds of the blues...
What is the definition of "forlorn"? How do you define "forlorn"?
Missiissppi John hurt is a soul traveler. Nobody dies. Only a body can die.
We're so different than what we really are...
Just to lighten up...
Barfing farts...
Smelling love injustly.
Bellowing tiger for your breath to be fire at the stake, burning some young peace.........
Good
morning Greg!
I put coffee +
water in the latte
maker- just add
milk + syrup + you're
ready.
I'll call when I'm
on the way-
Love,
Mom
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