random, bring it back to the roots grappled desperately around earth and rock the progressive gnarling of life with all it's twists and turns, and as the past solidifies and the heart wood is tightly wound by time, we seem to slip, and gracefully exit, our eyes to the sky, our fingers in the sand note: please, share your thaughts and the spinning of words, on any subject of your choosing peace
My Arm pit itches as the moon shines brightly through the window pane! Plus I think I have osteo porosis or whatever!
dry stone masonry. good go. i love that stuff. saves forrests if more people would do that. course it helps for there to be land somewhere where you can. =^^= .../\...
blistering eyes screamming no no not again , not this time i've tried somany times to make it stop, screamming sirens exploding in hidden corners of the mind shaking loose memmories of lives never lived, my knee itches suddenly reminding me my knee exists, the furiosly flashing insights and vissions blinded me tomy own being, ahhh the limmetlessness of fantastical fantisization..one no longer one but many at once drifting into shadow..fading.. never thought i'd ever go quite this far..but wasnt i here before? ..that bloody itch again now stronger.. pulling gently like a kite string in a gentle breeze..remind me always..i am here umm yea that was random..wonder where the hell that came from..lol..actualy wonder what the hell i just said if indeed i said anything at all
