i asked for this. there is no way for me to deny that where I am in life, is the result of my decisions... recollection of each isn't likely, but I'm aware of my ability to color tomorrow, if its granted. Though uncomfortable, I decided to really challenge myself. Plain as day, I deal with complementing or defeating myself. i feel privileged in an extrasensory type of way; it's quite the super picker-upper! In the beginning, my thoughts must have been considered...created...cultivated. And here we are, rising morning dew and tea. The rain ripples high hats while feet splash puddled dreams...
mud
clay mation
animation perception
cerebral cartooning
characters
scripted egos
out takes
debates
comic relief
for upset stomach busting
guts seem extra-ordinary...
quiet
music
by,
Hank Jones
Round Midnight.
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