Something new for your Monday mind, for your empty ears.
I’m just gonna leave this looooong track here for you to hit play…..go ahead….Hit it…..then just leave this tab open and you just go right on about whatever else it is you have to do here on the inter webs, in the info ether…..think of this as a soundtrack. Or better yet….walk away….hit play and walk away…..turn it up….plug it into your pioneer, your blaupunkt, your ear-buds and then let it wash your brain-pan man…..this shit will cool your jets…..
(Another one from Mr. Graves...because Lynn and I were talking about the "P" word...
and with a photo [for phoets?] because lucking into the fatherhood of this little girl is
the closest I figure I'll ever get to achieving it and yes.....it is more than enough. )
“Though, of course, a perfect poem is impossible.
Once it had been written, the world would end. ”