Egyptians

After leaving the house this morning at the crack of my own ass, sometime around nine o'clock, was three quarters of the way to the Chesapeake Bass Viol shop in Annapolis, Maryland when the realization that my wallet was by the computer hit me. David (le mans) Bridge was not overly concerned with that so long as the check was in the mail, which my mother will mail out, and the money will be reimbursed. He has an interesting workshop with basses leaning against the stands. There is an intoxicating aroma wood shaves off in beautiful Spring. The bass is limber when we held one other in my arms on frankenstein's neck, the split is hardly noticeable with the tone buzz free. Strummed a few notes to the tune of "I love the weather we're having!"



I was enormously distraught over a dream that I have been having where I wake up suffocating. . .

Jonathan David Jackson asked me, "did you see any darker people in Serbia?" After speaking with a professor about gypsies, we became stuck on the colors black contrasting with white. The painting of a river elipses is the example we wander towards, with the silt on the bank flowing with the currents on the water; originally, the argument does not wash away the characters B&W. Using word shades-colors is a sample on the brush that swiftly swipes on the pallet nature with a vowel or consonant like a bear paw. When synesthetes talk, listen language answers with a cross-wiring in the brain with reds, oranges, with the textures, shades that are not unlike cartoon characters. We must always remember that we were once in the land of Egypt translates to the hieroglyphics of who we are, what we speak.



We are becoming diseparate, things are getting worse, only because we cannot remember the things that make us alike & disimilar. People just get uglier; bears are lovely.