It was on the afternoon I ate the bodie of christ
Nothing to do on a Friday afternoon no plans no homework no nothing
It was on the afternoon I ate the bodie of christ
Nothing to do on a Friday afternoon no plans no homework no nothing
Oh lonesome tree on the hill
Will you tell us when the sky falls
I got to the airport three hours early to my flight leaving the middle of buttfuck nowhere, USA.
I was a poet before I was a writer of many kinds of formats. I didn’t like it at first but later I got the hang of it. I read a lot of scriptures and books and whatever I liked I rewrote so I could get into the rhythm that the writer was in. Returning to poetry reminds me of my youth and it really gets what’s going on in my head on paper easier.
“I was feeling something that I’ve never felt while in my dreams … The skin peeled slowly off … And when I woke up I found myself scratching my hand …”
” … Though it is cold and since mother nature knows you oh so well, She added steep hills in your travels to keep you oh so warm …”
Solvang’s uniqueness brings people from all over the United States and the world to view its magnificent architecture, culture and food to a place that you would least expect.
The smell of kettle popcorn, funnel cakes, and livestock will be wafting in the air of Ventura County, a welcoming vibe to the summer of 2022.