a blog about my music, writings and art
He listened to her for a real long time.
I learned all the fallen have a reason why.
They won’t call on habits.
They’re a meal of war.
I hung long all silent for him.
I learned all the fallen have a reason.
The majors live in places that were made from walls.
They came out from inside for more of a round of corn.
Leaping up with tablets.
Called on pills and port.
Drinking it in crevices.
It’s made from boys in dresses, it is.
Here are some links where you can buy my first album ‘at Ranscombe Studios’:
It’s also on iTUNES and SPOTIFY, but I won’t put links, as links to iTUNES and SPOTIFY web players have crashed my monitor.