This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Whil A Mut
It's hard to isolate the cause But sometimes it's right under your nose And you can do something to stop it You can save yourself You can be something other than gray for a day It's all in you We're home free
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