Could ve filled a paragraph on Miss Moffett s toffetts. Much respect to creative talents nurtured in Schenectady. Walking over cracked asphalt, by broken metal railing on Eastern yesterday en route to Hermis music shop on State. Missed her but space out for music . Take a little space out, stretch a little out, pick up the instrument and gold appears.
Rain comes down like marmalade.
George, I know. Technology shooting past linguistic determinism into a Strange Days type of thing. And yes, Josie, I love humanity and am neither particularly proud nor ashamed to be human. I am nature, I am natural. I am plastic and television and sno-cones.