you never lived
you just went
truth being the bitch it is
and now, damn it,
i got to find a title for this
nothin' but trouble
Trouble
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creativesoul
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Re: Trouble
I once had a crazy woman on my hands
She sang” trouble” at the ocean- apparently it is a mating call for some...
She sang” trouble” at the ocean- apparently it is a mating call for some...
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: Trouble
It's just like you, Jana, to turn everything to sex 
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: Trouble
oh the webs
woven with the neurons
into poetry
woven with the neurons
into poetry
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
Re: Trouble
o the poetry
spiders weaving webs in the grass
catching rain
spiders weaving webs in the grass
catching rain
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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