Blog PostsFriends | the elocutionists daughtervisions of a neon sea and a pale moonstreets where the trees leaves turn yellow too soon the brick walls still warm from the winter sun tired hands chase tired fingers for everyone am we be wicked am we be nice day in day out for the rest of our life pardon the mess pardon the noise pardon the protest that ends as my voice try to understand the nature of man try to understand the nature of land return to equilibrium and leave the way where violence and destruction are day to day i return, a digression to a former thoughtspeak tone, no rhyme just reason to divine. seed a little seed for me. pizza mmm |