*EXTREMELY EMPTY THOUGHTS*

If I were able to travel, I’d look for my double (supposedly everyone has one), someone with my exact temperament & try to cheer him or her up.

What is that, a cry for help from a depressed lackey?

Show me a jazz buff & I will show you a sporting character, one with never-ending enthusiasm, although not perfectly formed therein.

Except for discordant sounds, it’s always recorded that a fair example of blatant noise is that of habitual adventure.

To bring a note of sanity into a traffic like pose of symbolism, there are no relationships formed in front of tabulated ecstasy.

Expressions of grace faithfully follow the bowsprit of northerly direction cutting thru waves of inexorable cold and force to bring out a legion of errors, more morbid than humorous.

How do most experts beguile their accusers – by examining lost courage of their past appointments?

Begin with pastels and graduate to deep shaded colors – that’s the tour of life.

Leaping into gross depths at life’s first breath leads to early failure…