follow the pieces.....follow them down the road.......to commonalities that truth fears to need.....candid deconstructions of whats already been done.....totems that don't deliver .....I thought there was a time....I was led to believe there was a time

its baaaaaack

it comes in waves......ondas, or maybe olas.....lapping upon the preconceptions of my self (to wards).....its a self same imagery game....plumage bristling with the excitement of what just might come....or, now, or of late, the autumnal leaves....you gotta exit with grace kid, cause clouds may come and go but you can always find a little shade....just a little respite....please.....cause its so hot.......and it feels so good as it cascades down....and down.....and down.....and then the dawn....eroding away the edges....waiting to be disappeared