I am trying to think of something to write. Seems kind of pointless if you have to force it. The thing is, I spend so much time in my car or somewhere else thinking just how I'd write the thing, anything, but by the time I get here it gets lost in the void. So, …
Protected: seeds of doubt
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sometimes someone else says it better
Alabama on Soul Gravy by Cross Canadian Ragweed Then the telephone rings. Maybe I miss your lovin'. Maybe I miss your kiss. Just a little bit. Maybe I miss your body lyin' right next to mine. Maybe I miss your touch. A little too much. I just realized that I didn't think about Feb. 19th …
ghosts
I was surrounded by the ghosts of relationships past tonight. I walked smack into D. Literally. What a cruel and uninvited trip down memory lane. Then day proceeded to play the "L game" (which I am convinced will find its way to a web site near you soon), and mapped out how closely connected we …
spin after spin today…
So I dropped Night Flight on the old phonograph and am tripping down yet another memory lane. Paul Davis's Cool Night started playing and I remembered. We were twelve or thirteen. I can't even remember her real name. She wanted to be called Zazatapill and now that's all I can remember about her identity. We …
Dixie's Road Trip 