marilyn

to look in a mirror is to not see clearly....

the view is sweet from here....

Music is in my viens....

Landscapes

don't fall.

it snowed.
in october.
in the city.

autumnus...

the sky must be purple...
through all those eyes....

dissapear.

wood
string
vibrations
light that blinds
food like poison
such sweet vomit
alas
he turned around
and strolled
so casually
into the clouds

blue.....

....is the color of his eyes....

back in the big city.....

there's been a diminishing...
an awakening...
a loss....
many things found.

to be continued......soon......

A Dub Rock Band

why be normal?....

don't get lost in a sea of suburbanite monochromatic robots...

highways
lead nowhere
when you've left
your bones behind.

feel

an integration of the inner and the outer
from the root to the tip
meshing of vibrations
music

bailmeout

sly, fly, a piece of pie. to hell with the freeloading bureaucrats.

my mind is as vast and unsettled as the wind across the great plains as it blows into the high desert. dirt, snow, ice, rain, sand. screw it all.

sons...

i can think of no words.