

4 - Working Hoursat night i felt it once before a time of giving, choosing. a place in cotton dreams and flesh and rhythm, motion like the waves on the rocky shore. i can quite catch the notion of motion, no more than i feel the breath in my breathing. at night i felt it once,4 - Working Hours
just in the time of night happening dreams. it revealed a time of fright and darkening shadowed, hollow.
i ran in from it, to the safety of and embrace, once.
once it helped, and then nothing is as nothing is.
she chases away the nightening dark. the shadows speak, her voice t


3 - Work Hoursgrease and metal my life. in grease and metal and corrosive do i live. my life is small in all, a good thing. i make what is mine to3 - Work Hours
buy and shop and grow and keep and protect and provide. the fear is that without the metal and sounds of dirt and grease. gasoline is my maker, metal do i deal, rubber and liquid of not so solid is mine to make (but Words are my weapon, my Peace, my Hope, my...) all in all my life is small.
(I dream of little girl laughing, pigtails on swing and a wife with her diamond ring)


2 - Working Hourswe can preach from the pulpit or speak from the corner. what is it? a hope of difference in salvation is just that, a hope. the end is not what we think but think is what not we are. end is end, for one thing. Beginings are what comes after than, a new one for life, growing and changing. Change is what makes us man,2 - Working Hours
adaptation of fight or flight or reason. I think therefore I am able to think.
or so we believe in the all in all. the end is our time, our last questioning time of dark and light in wood and velvet. I pray for salvation.


1 - Working Hoursthe music of the fragile is that of communication between the mortals. we exist counter, to point of counter, between the lines of black and white. how many lies have we sung to a lover? how many dances danced to the sound of twilight? in the end,1 - Working Hours
will we enjoy the abundant verdant, or will we know the other? the music plays in
greens and sweet. only those that want to hear and sing it with passion.
we wish that we could (to be it and know it). music is for the musician only, as the brush is for the painter. the rest of mundane
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Happiness is like peeing your pants, other people can see it but can't feel its warmth.
speak to me, i'll speak to you, but tell me nothing and i'll dwell in silence
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Totally appreciated!
Cheers!
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Succes is being on the road to your dream and enjoying the hike.
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