28 May 2018 - Uncategorized


i like to get stoned and sit up in the night beneathe smog and moon and think of lovers past.

my heart is so BIG! it contains so very much.

the love i’ve known!

good times and good friends gather round the hearth in my heart and i rock up here in a hammock beneathe the hazy light of a near full moon–a pale orb behind urban cloud cover, and I laugh out loud!

joy to the world!

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