bookofblues

Tom Robbins asks "How do you make love stay?" This is a good question, but I choose not to answer it. I believe it is what humans call rhe-tor-i-cal. I am not cynical, although perhaps I should be by this junction of time with Hindenburg relationships and loves quietly crawling off to die. There is pain of the heart that excels beyond any physical malady. The ageless brain is toted around in this body growing older. Most of the people I meet have become bitter and have repressed the better angels of their nature as Lincoln would say underneath the layers of hurt and fear. It's a metamorphosis in reverse. Moth becomes pupa again, tucking th

I see there is a journal function here. I guess I'll make use of it at times. I have a few things to say.