I’m gonna make bank in holy shit shaded area. With a crisp dollar in my undies, FOR LUCK.
If you think me that, think again. I’m everywhere, as much you as Saturn.
#business
I have hold of this day because I trust my role in natural processes of the universe. No mistakes. No leading w a dusty black niv sepulcher, never again. I prefer springs of oranges ripped apart in my robe w coffee on a Sunday morning. (Heavily influenced by Wallace Steven’s “Sunday Morning.”)
I’m up to all this you see and hear here with zero effort. Because of who I am.
Say hello “son” and learn. (Fields of Mustard quote from my original song penned by mi la plume in or around 1990.) rings so true now.
I have everything I need within me. Thanks for your kind offers. Look at yourself please. Lay off Dame. ~felt
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Who’s with me?
Was visiting my folks in San Clemente today.
Aye chica
One word. Bookmarked.
Tricks of the trade , streetlight people of Apple Valley.
Who wants to dance w me? Get up!!
Disposable lighter, free fall motorcycle hang glider, Here it comes.
Departure
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Just arrived Singapore, San Sebastian, Spain, 26-hour trip.
Salt Lake City, come in spring over the salt flats.
A hailstorm brought you back to me.
Salt Lake City, come in spring over the salt flats.
A hailstorm brought you back to me.
Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes, bad.
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Departure, godspeed, bless his heart, good lord.
What a fuck-up, what a fighter.
Free-fall, motorcycle, hang-glider,
Hung on the line like a poison spider.
Win a eulogy from William Greider,
car crash, ptomaine, disposable lighter,
a bus plunge, avalanche, RV, vinegar cider.
Free-fall, motorcycle, hang-glider.
Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes, bad.
Go, go, go, go, yeah.
Well, everybody is young forever.
There’s so much to tell you, so little time.
I’ve come a long way since, uh, whatever,
shit, I still see that word and think of you.
There is so much that I can’t do, yeah.
You will be young forever.
There is so much that I can’t do.
There is so much that I can’t do.
Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes (I’m carried away)
Here it comes, bad
#nowwatching blooming red petals spread apart softly somewhere in secluded isolation, the swaying hips of a desert rose in the rain in the summer. ~empty ~felt
If you’re reading this, this is FOR Me and You. ~felt
