As brown turns to green
Cows chew the cud
By white pipe fences
I could be in any of many familiar places
Low slung cacti
Give the only indication
Of my true location
As brown turns to green
Cows chew the cud
By white pipe fences
I could be in any of many familiar places
Low slung cacti
Give the only indication
Of my true location
Supermassive black hole poetry.
Take a chance and see where it takes you! ✨
Pen to paper
reconstruction + emotional health
SURREAL HUMOR - BOOKS - WRITING - SATIRE - ABSURD
How Deep It Goes
The journey of a thousand miles, begins with a single step...x
A Life's Worth of Observations from a Songwriter and Sound Engineer
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