Or disapproval I suppose either way................. does not escape me.
My Pillow for a desk... suites me fine.......
Painted Scenes.........
Fleeting thoughts of meaning pass then I do not recall.
A crumpled Passport in my dreams... a deflated Debit Card... a folded hundred dollar bill.
Time waits for no one.
Crawling on hands and knees on rusty roof tops... full of fear, falling into a room full of the Nasty sorts...
For hundreds of Years we as children played out in a Shakespearean skit on a stage to amuse ourselves.... today we drool on
Electronic devices.
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