the complexion of weather
mirrors the blueprint skin
we share
in the neurotic network of our being
that’s why our planet has gone awry
and its natural features
are increasingly unstable
even at the height
of our creative and technological genius
the conditions we choose
are not always the choice conditions
we urgently seek to acquire
ironically it's the mundane dreams we form
when our credibility is deceived
from grasping the meaningless method
we are all weathering
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
and yes the internet of our blue skin
is such that as an addiction...
isolating us from each other
though we speak in typesetters
opening & closing opening & closing
I used to wear my boots everyday, now I boot up everyday
Vickie
Lady Mary Ann
This one is not a dream, it is a sober reality.
Ron
and read what you have written *jude*
Lady Vivian
Regis
Mind thoughts I always like, that which makes us think
Love and Light
Lily
Take care,
Sherry
we become and what was that old saying?
empty vessels make the most noise;
our choices are invariably silly personally
convenient and downright selfish;
as ever, Jude, sharp as a new razor
john