Random

Born on the fourth planet left of the Monolithic black box at the front of the plane. Old cherry coke floating outside my window with paint for glass shining bright yellow rain falling in my cup of tea, that’s mister thank you very much.

The Bayou in the distance, hearing Mary singing it loudly for today is the day of reckoning of all souls. Plastic and rubber meet at the corner and mix it all for us to meet and greet. Smile and say hello, goodbye and all that jazz. The Walrus I am he said, maybe so but who was the raven?

Fire that M-16 like a man on a mission impossible to believe or relieve the pain and suffering of so many. Drop and give us many, as the river rolls and clouds bowl the moon. See Forest run and free his soul, as we persecute the untold.

-dsh