The flashpoint of Mercury
could make Vulcan sweat
.
Wishes cannot be horses
for they are instead the blinders they wear
Beggars ride the train of nightmares
.
Dark stars erupt, becoming a pinhole
They are the introverted existential
made minute on the most intimate of terms,
the grain of sand comprising innumerable worlds
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Reviews of "5-13-02 Stream of consciousness II "
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on September 5, 2003
Oh my what deep, probing thoughts this one does provoke Tyler! I really enjoyed this one...Excellant!
~Nikki~
Jeff Martin, his friend, Hawk, and his dachshund dog are captured by Osage Indians. Eventually they escape and find their way home. Due to his unusual shape Adolphus is called a Spirit Dog.
~Nikki~
Best regards,
Leland