You don't know wether you should be killin' me

whispering pines of ambigousness

Is it this or is it that. 'Nuff said

yet more nonsense

whispering pines of ambigousness

Elizabethan nonsense

I found a spot beside the path on the mountain of Jazz, not very far up, but the view was pleasant, so I stayed a while and and grabbed some words from the beauty and life passing at the time.

Unsated by an evening of TV and beer, I saw the snow on the screen and remember that it was back ground radiation from the moment of creation pouring through the universe, I use it as a metaphor for the unsatisfying noise of modern life. After…

Colaboring with Bainsey, a local blundering magician. Old words from the dessert.