Key additive, my spree’s padded id. Psychological outlet when my Brow frets. Speak in quatrain, whether Loss, gain. […]
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Sunday. Wine. Like a comet into my cognition. Put another 500 words into book. Thinking it’s more suited […]
I’ve written those books forbidden.. Devils, sit smitten.. Me, with a gift risen. Situate cannons on rocks or […]
Hunting for material– But I haven’t a gun. No arrows, Bow. Road calling my drum, Perception stunned. Walk […]
Where is the avenue leading to colored keys, so I can write another song? What I need, more […]
Following with impulse to write, but it’s difficult, from this exhaustion, whatever bug has invaded my lining. Jack’s […]
Singing for different colors. Not Taking to present palette. Notes, other measures. More songs.. The answer for me. […]