...on page 3 of PHATIC COMMUNION with BoB DoBBs

published in eternity by: Perfect Pitch Editions- located on St. Clair Ave,

 I find a stanza borrowed from a poem written in 1834

               BY: Samuel Taylor Coleridge, entitled:
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

the printed words i find read-

~ The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,

The furrow followed free;

We were the first that ever burst

Into that silent sea.~

and so then all day i thought....

the spoils of alabama

...Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night... 

...But does a human form display

To those who dwell in realms of day.

>>rocketMan<<

~♥sara♥

a.k.a. the [fastest] spy

i watch them tower over me. they turn so slow; they never stop for anyone. and something about that fact, makes Me smile

say the words like an honest man would
be the one in your neighborhood
all my life I've understood
that you could, if you want to
my life, your time doesn't mean a thing
all by myself in another place in another time
all by myself with the wheels of fate
with the wheels of time
al by myself and I watch them tower over me
they turn so slow they never stop for anyone
and something about the fact, makes me smile
as I sit and watch them, they turn
it suddenly occurs to me I'm not aware of anyting at all
and I'd have to say I think that's beautiful
goodloveall weighing in the sun
goodloveall weighing in the sun
in the son....
goodloveall weighing innocent
goodloveall weighing innocent

GoodLoveAll

the ever ready understudy knows every lign

~passively absorb me~

aural alturnatives

sometimes negative space "noise" helps me read 

watch

and read along

or~ watch

and read this instead... slash as well