Life sound

and we see, and set, maybe sit, depends upon where you are in the country to travel, to thrive, to die. I died once before you know, in the land that didn't sleep I laid down and died... before getting in my car and leaving for the middle of something. My life, I think, or … Continue reading Life sound

Stopping at the End of the Starting Place

(dedicated to Kelly, a beautiful compass in this world.) The place to start is at the beginning's end, where everything and nothing makes sense, make syllables synonymous with sound purpose until everyone understands the difference between function and reality. For the scattered portions are truly the best dreams, living fully while the rest of the … Continue reading Stopping at the End of the Starting Place