Greetings all I have been swamped lately but promise to get back on the hustle. I had some mending to do. An Observation: It is starting to get much hotter.
And now, a poem:
It is this weight which sits above us
as sultry, omniscient clouds dreamy in the mind of Tennessee Williams
It is this weight which drives men to drink or slam dope
Drives folks insane inside some man’s madhouse or some county’s prison
Drives lovers to throw their bodies against one another and cling
until the mourning lights
as if there was no death
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