A Jingle in my Head

'When you are made of  Crystal you no like Ice'

A gun on safety..... it's in the Cubby. (mountain talk)

A mono recording device that straps to your hip for capturing ideas.

Steady as rain..rare as for here.

Tall and beautiful there we were I worked my way up into your heart... you writhed...

I filled with you... together.

There was a certain anger up in those  hills......

Nobody's savior was in.

State of mind read the script of pretend to be.

The larger then our own existence ...

A friend of your Daddys... let the secret escape....

No big deal deal really... It is basic....  to what you mostly already knew ... anyhows.......

No great Shock..........

Still it was interesting to hear.......

Like a fascination  of a former glory......... you can be proud....  as you are.

Can I help on most things that are contingent upon you?

Your reaction Your behaviour... not mine.

A Jingle in my Head...

'When you are made of crystal you no like ice.'