we have the meat

anyone else's brain hurt?

superbly unaware of the world around us

i watched the world float to the dark side of the moon

i've got dreams i can touch

there's a calm before the storm

it's the end of the season as we know it

I'm tired; I am so tired; I have no pillow—to rest my head

birds flying high, sun in the sky, breeze drifting on by