Monday, April 3, 2017

Pic, random is as random does


Random as a clouded sky. Random thoughts, random sighs. Random hours, random days. Random posts, random slays.
Whiffle bats in the big game. Random sayings, all met chaoticly. Spell this,  spell that. Spell simple words, spell hat. We're still here, still present, still recorded, still recording. What could be wrong? We live, we see, we moonriver.

Keep thinking. Key making notation. Keep surfing the autocorrect.  Despair has no place.  No map. No scene. The birds yet cry. I yet hear them.

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