pushed up against the impossible safety of the wide ocean,
a smile reflecting billions of abysses lost in swirling dimensions
also, plan is in the works to blast frequencies back at the void from which i emerged, torn and ravaged
frequency light waves,
remind me to tell you about a strange experience i had the other day
journey of the wounded healer
bound in the sounds of life.
one thing i thought this morn was the time i was driving to san francisco with heather and the speedometer started fluctuating from 0 to 120 mph uncontrollably, no way to tell what speed we were going at. little sister, i should have stayed by your side