

1st chorusI sat in my Solitude Upon the edge where the wind Blows and the sea Crashes And i thought of the mystics, of Kerouac  1st chorus


Random ramblings at 0 hundredWe sat in the red dirt of Arizona, backs against an old battered wooden shed. Epathy scribbled her dreams down on a paper bag which housed our meatloaf sandwiches which we ate 3 hours after packed, 1 day after the bread housed the meatloaf, and a week after meat became loaf. She sat so beautifully attentively, her eyes half dazed, lips so utterly soft unburdened by the heat and dirt clouds of red. Her dreams so subtle painted vividly through ink even with an oil stained background, I too wondered how the meatloaf contained traces of oil. It was worth it, the 8 mile walk along the beating heat and burden of the sun to be here, amongst the beauRandom ramblings at 0 hundred
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