Friday, January 29, 2010


Here it is the final stage where men become dust and water washes them down the rain gutters of eternity. So many solutions, so few true problems. One step over the line and the brown velvety bricks of the pool hall lose their vibrant glow that warms the gin soaked patrons. Across the table a lemon meringue pie is flowing down the throat of a slender ghost of yester years. Today never felt better.

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