I was just jotting down some ideas today...thinking about what writing does to people...what it does for me... and here's just a few lines...
words stroking ears
distilling,
or enriching
everlasting reverberations
of lives,
of loves
burned,
or melted
onto the mind's canvas
for a later show
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the truth.
i'm not to be taken seriously. sure, my life has had its share of pretty interesting hiccups along the way, and tiny breaths of that flatulence are riddled in these writings. however, under no circumstances should any of this blather and prattle be taken as anything more than the fiction of an aspiring writer. Because--as fate would have it--i'm also a horribly fecund dreamer. i don't claim to be good. i don't claim to be bad. i've just got stories swirling around in my jaded head that i've pieced together to share with you, my reader. if you like 'em, i'll be elated. if you don't, well...keep reading 'cause the subject and voice are likely to change daily like my own ridiculously erratic self.
If you're a music psycho like me, be sure to check out the highlighted links within passages for access to the songs mentioned. Works well as background reading music, I hear...
If you're a music psycho like me, be sure to check out the highlighted links within passages for access to the songs mentioned. Works well as background reading music, I hear...
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