New York Dolls - New Year's Eve - Detroit 1973 while on Acid, Coke and Champagne (of-course!).
We are shooting stars falling through the cosmos; let us look at universes great and small; the way that rain shines gold upon the window pane or the stars seem to surround a person’s head;
Calm, still is the night Up at a great height On a twisted twig The owl doth sit Listening, glaring into black air Awaiting a movement, awaiting a stir Sharpening claws against bark
The Black widow spins her web. A lonely attendant for the dead, Her silver-line of memory Depicting scenes of tragedy... A distant pattern of love Blowing between two branches above
Leaves swirl at my feet a colourful tornado Stark, bare trees stand above Fruits sour, leaves crisp Heavy is the sodden floor Weightless blossoms fall
A 'cold-hearted' publicist with her own advertising agency, Cleo is going to get more than an office added to her house! As she searches for a reputable builder, love is about to knock her to the ground and begin its own rebuilding...
1st Verse: Free like the wind; free like the rain; free like wild horses that run on the plain. Free like the rivers that flow to the sea; free from the cages of captivity. Chorus:
You are the Champion!!!!!! You take home the fabulous Wazoola Golden Bear trophy.
Betty fletcher flipped the switch on the intercom. “Mr. Danger,” said Betty. “Ya got a minute?”
I’m pissed off about not being paid too. My car tax is due tomorrow. I haven’t given Dan a penny for my keep in over six weeks.
Sunday January 30th 2012. This will be my last entry for this year and indeed this book. I haven’t written for nearly a month which I’ll be explaining… if I get the time.
Can a haircut change a man's life? Donald thinks it can. This is the first in a collection of stories taking place in North London; Winchmore Hill to be more precise. Fiction? Perhaps...
A bit longer and more detailed than my usual stuff but hopefully worth a read. It's still under construction so crit. would be especially welcome...is it interesting, believable? Thanks :)
What happened to those beautiful and light Jewish faces which light up like candles illuminate cherish love and pure feelings religious overflow that was so giving to others?
Aunt Esmerelda or Auntie Esme as we were allowed to call her was something of a mystery to me. Occasionally I would go and see her without telling my mother.