Parents: moved to Austin.
Friends: still in Florida.
Friends: comming in Dallas.
Independence.
Car.
Life.
Actualization in progress.
Download.


Sunday Morningsit's a well hidden secret that sunlight travels not in rays but in circles Sunday mornings. as heads bow beneath a sermon, eyes drawn to soles and soul, the skies dance above the elegant bars of tinted glass in their chapel and in ours where service has already begun. My worship is here now: The hymns are sung in sighs and a kiss passed in silence. The wine has been blessed from chardonnay to merlot and although we have taken of ourselves- this body, this flesh- a communion of borrowed life and love continues long after its elements are spent. While your breast rises and fallsSunday Mornings


SonnetI saw you in a song today from the backseat of my car but instead of your voice calling out to me it was the foreign humming of guitar. It buzzed and stung and burried deep into my placid mind and died there pouring melodies I thought I had left behind. The trebble seemed your harped lips; the staff, studied lines of face. Each curl of flagged tripplet marked memory and place. And if in life our secret song was to us euphony in our death all music whispers somber Virgen Elegy.Sonnet


Moloka VellocentThree o clock morning and all seems to be quite odd,Moloka Vellocent
the old lashings, the old buildings sparkle with new Sparkles and Tweeties and Crystals and all other sorts of names that make the birds think themselves prettier.
But we all know the truth.
A good go at the old in and out, in and out. Give us a scream, will you?you're so much prettier when you scream. You are nothing, you are nothing.
Bitch, you are meat; you are something to grind.
Bitch, you are meat; you are something to grind.
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Hail to the red and the blue
We're the Mustangs of SMU
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"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream"-Edgar Allen Poe.
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And thanks for the note, I was dreading having to talk to Delilah.
Have a great summer and I'll look forward to your comments..
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De temps en temps,
Le Bon Dieu rit a me voir
Choose something of mine and comment, if I haven't heard from you by the darkest day in music history (8/16) I'll call and dedicate a song to you on Delilah...
Ain't skeered of yer droogs or minions...
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De temps en temps,
Le Bon Dieu rit a me voir
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De temps en temps,
Le Bon Dieu rit a me voir
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De temps en temps,
Le Bon Dieu rit a me voir
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De temps en temps,
Le Bon Dieu rit a me voir
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De temps en temps,
Le Bon Dieu rit a me voir
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