somnambulist

flying 'cross the plains
scrounging for used angel's wings
at an affordable price....
ones that fit the season

shall i call it an update?

I would like it if when i wrote, there was a black background as when you see the finished project. The white background just isn't as mysterious to inspire any relative inspiration, or pining if you will.
I just ate some farm fresh eggs, wooey! Breakfast for lunch is the way to go methinks.
does anyone read this bs? hm....perhaps it does not matter, though i seem to be typing to someone at the moment, blabber, blabber.........
the sun came out for awhile waking up the birds perhaps too cold to fly about and peck for worms in our habitually soggy ground.
I finished the Rum Diary by Hunter S. Thompson today.....dreery, even though set in the carribean....the ending fit well with the mornings weather

4-4-2007

the twilight's last shimmer
unspeakable, inaudible whispers
still cling to shape shifting walls
full of both darkness and flickering lights.
These ineffable sighs you express
make me digress...
it appears I have all the signs
(of whatever you want at the moment)
these walls hold us captive,
but only because we let them...