Here is something that I wrote the other day:
Slow autumnal light filtering through the clouds, pressing radiant reflections in pools against the tide of a black ocean. Massive towering montains sit perched on the edge of the inlet like silent statues, glowing blue and purple and white. They gaze back at me from across the water. I am perched like a silent statue on...
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Slow autumnal light filtering through the clouds, pressing radiant reflections in pools against the tide of a black ocean. Massive towering montains sit perched on the edge of the inlet like silent statues, glowing blue and purple and white. They gaze back at me from across the water. I am perched like a silent statue on...
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yipple:
what a beautiful juxtaposition of subject matter! reminds me of the age-old philosophical paradigm that matt groening so eloquently modernized in his "life is hell" series: if god is everywhere, is he in the toilet? juvenile...maybe....profound....undoubtedly....well, it is at the moment...i've been cleaning a few guitar parts and i think i may have inhaled too much Brasso. mmmm, cheap, unexpected high....

lionboy:
Hey thanks for the dream interpretation. I'll say more later but for now I'm goin' ta bed. See you in the AM. Or PM depending on when I get up...