Hey there. How about some April 4th banter blogging.
Yeah?
Well, here it is foreigners.
-------------- April 4th
10:12pm
i regret the past, not as is but as could have been
i miss the past in all hindsight glory
the sentimental aroma that still surrounds certain places
the irrefutable evidence of absolute love
an undeniable lure that is rooted so deep
beyond addiction, this is natural
recognise this simple adoration
it is real, palpable; be touched
10:20pm
an image without light
a sound, inaudible
moments in time
that are unforgettable
direction didn’t matter
the way was paved
unspoken trust
could have been blind
10:35pm
temptress of tired promises
a sweet fragrance
of no parallel, no equivalent
to my discontent;
total inhalation
of the most vile glamour
within an inch of perfection
--------------
Thomas A. Bradley.
P.S. Thank you for the easter egg hunt Zoƫ! Such a babe aye. And shit.
About Me
pleasant lyrics
"If you take [a copy of] the Christian Bible and put it out in the wind and the rain, soon the paper on which the words are printed will disintegrate and the words will be gone. Our bible IS the wind and the rain." Herbalist Carol McGrath as told to her by a Native-American woman.
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