I could write about all the hopes I have.
All the dreams I dream, but you already know them.
So paint me a pretty picture of moon beams glistening on waters of the horizon.
Speak to me, messages from a bottle, sent tomorrow.
Make music, my own personal symphony & let the divine know,
I see you.
00:48 01/29/03
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
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