brentellesmith

Diane,
i've found a cozy hiding spot, and i'm not comin' out until this book gets finished being written. the curtains are a vibrant red and there's always pretty music in the air. the midget in the red suit only speaks backwards but his language is often cryptic anyway, so i ignore him. atleast the black sofas are worth the trouble. i've seen david bowie slip in and out of the curtains, his shoes squeak on the cold, hard black and white checkered floor. he's been to one of our meetings, and he desperately does not want to stay. just another weird and creepy void. i'm not coming out until i finish this damn book. but enough about me. how's beach life treatin' ya? say hi to the palm trees and raw silk for me