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What about it all

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That is the problem. The second part comes following like a truck on acid, barrelling through it all. When the end lands like that you just have to drop it all and watch. Let it happen. Put it all aside and pick it up next time. 

Res tips and red top. Yea. This is how it tolls. The pressure to act and move. To register a good time. To put in the effort. Pit your mightiest against all the odds. Stand up to it. 

Then the antagonist enters the frey. Puts it this way and that. Wants improvements but disregards the quality at hand. Want results. Want the best. Why not? Where is the right person? 


Written by Dave

June 1, 2016 at 5:48 PM

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Travel Scribble

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Written by Dave

March 27, 2009 at 3:00 AM


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Written by Dave

March 16, 2009 at 12:08 AM

See it in Colour

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She was lost, on the train, in the music, in her head. Everything moved around her.. probably for years like that. Head nodding.. eyes glazed, they had seen a lot i am sure… needed rest. Still, as everything shifted….she did not.. head forward..back..forward …back… its in her fingers too..slow,tap, tap, tap… yet she does not let go….hangs… and trains go by, inches from her, the purest change… momentum lost in her, as she feels the changes, chords, notes, slower faster slower faster…. she knows what is coming, you can see it in her wrinkles, her shallow smiles, barely happy….barely anything.. and the world around you changes like the music…colourful, new, old.. on off, on, off… the stops, the starts.

You just keep tapping..moving so slightly.. smile.. nod…eyes glazed.. seen it before…heard it before… and the world moves…and i move.. and i am listening

and i am gone.

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Written by Dave

January 12, 2009 at 8:51 PM