Random thoughts in one of my many notebooks. Some are true, others not. Many things invented or given a wicked twist while protecting the identity of innocent and misdirecting the guilty. Hehe. While some of these find their way into the songs I write.
Overheard at Dinner (where world peace…isn’t
May the bridges I burn light my way to the future!
In the kitchen while salad is being made.
Do you need help over there?
Oh yes, institutional help for sure. But you are a few years late…
Mornings in India…
Silk, are you decent? Always, I respond. I am so very disappointed in you he says.