There has to be a place where I can stash things that I like, that I would like to keep or share. Without logic or reason, a flowing ream of collectibles, be it self-scribbles or works blatantly borrowed. Thoughts, verse, sights, sounds, each to be whimsically vibrant, eclectic, joyously effervescent, introspective, scathingly incisive, or deeply nostalgic, but always moving. This is to be it.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Infusion (Oct 29, 2009)
Edging forth ever so slowly the sheer silken drape of a smile, drawing the warmth of the morning sun brims over casting a welcome lazy shower.
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