Just look at how they leave me with no WIfI OR TV and with no food to feed me I think I might starve. Until Zen I shall bleed a bit and then when they come home they’ll moan about the mess…
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Pierrot
Always a time lapse somewhere behind, elastic bands of the troubled mind. Young Turks lurk no money no work offside of the law. There is I am sure a serenity to find in the time lapse of a troubled mind, Zen, what then? and it’s not about snap back chit…
Motorcycle maintenance revisited.
There’s a soporific quality to the sound of a wind chime, a rhyme if you please for some time in the breeze. hanging loose with the crew, few can but it’s a window to look through a placebo to calm you until the sirens wail and then it’s remote control. Forty seven sounds to a…
