quiet morning
blue sky
wisps of dreams floating by
the glow and sparkle of sunshine
coating everything like honey
soft tones of a man's voice
drifting through the air
taking the mind to a foreign land
sparkles of ocean waves
caressing the dark rock
like a tumultous lover
dreams of ghosts
of green eyes peeking through black hair
like a tiger in the grass
the...
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blue sky
wisps of dreams floating by
the glow and sparkle of sunshine
coating everything like honey
soft tones of a man's voice
drifting through the air
taking the mind to a foreign land
sparkles of ocean waves
caressing the dark rock
like a tumultous lover
dreams of ghosts
of green eyes peeking through black hair
like a tiger in the grass
the...
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Haunted look
With a calm serenity
Wearing my Sunday best
With a twisting anxiety
Heart bleeding
Open to the world
Dressed for heartbreak
A tender approach
Lost in a mistake
Ive got my trauma suit on
Dressed for a mistake
Walking out of a heartbreak
With my trauma suit on
Waiting out a heartbreak
tanja:
I almost responded with one of my own but it wouldn't do it justice. 
tanja:
... and I love track #5.
[Edited on Mar 03, 2005 8:28PM]
[Edited on Mar 03, 2005 8:28PM]
needing abreak from the music promo. thinking of going camping in the redwoods. escape from life for a moment. a break from trying to set up a Cd release party. from getting drunk dialed at 1am by an ex (i didn't pick up).
instead I should just sit with the acoustic and sing. been sick lately, so didn't get any singing in. Still tired.
I...
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instead I should just sit with the acoustic and sing. been sick lately, so didn't get any singing in. Still tired.
I...
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tanja:
Rusty redwood brain, relax. 
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tanja:
Oops. 
The cooler gossip will have to be saved for the cooler. Har.
I wish I got more, frankly.
The cooler gossip will have to be saved for the cooler. Har.
I wish I got more, frankly.
It reminded me of a sentence from my story:
The world was disappointing him no end. People were as chilly and barren as his post-war German surroundings. He spent his time breezing through museums, all of which he hated, and all of which he regarded as places only creeps congregated to show off how much they knew. But he knew that, in order for him to satisfy his lust, he needed to move. How else was he going to find this woman that he knew so well, but never met? He imagined her face. It was the face of a chameleon, a girl who could change her appearance and blend within any number of surroundings.