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We used to laugh so long and hard
that come morning our voices bled from the poison of time
but like a flower devoured slowly by wet concrete
our smiles could fool no one
no less the stars
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We used to laugh so long and hard
that come morning our voices bled from the poison of time
but like a flower devoured slowly by wet concrete
our smiles could fool no one
no less the stars
God is here at the show
He is surrounded by an ocean of velvet smoke and corduroy ghosts
Where poetry is sacred and time slows down to become art
When wild sons listen to soft voices like magic lingering in the dark
If sad eyes are a window to a clouded soul, then broken glass is like dazzling stars in the night sky
Remember, you are not a prisoner of longing, but a child of the universe
breathe in warm life and dance with eternity
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with bleeding lips he breathed the ghost of a smile
but this ferocious fever born in the soft dark had broken his trust
like colored glass in a vast porcelain fire
and time could never heal a heart so marbled with worry
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His voice could never sail away with the stars, where breath was so wet with salt and smoke.
Though the boy is like a breeze in sacred night.
The father, a prisoner of a blazing sky.
The old gods do not linger when day wakes.
To wake from Eternity's long night is to listen to the wild colors when they bleed.
“I am a day dreamer and a night thinker.”
— Unknown
life is confusing at this pointlife is confusing at this point
some of my favorite bugs
Habitat - 32 colours
Texel Paal 28 - De Cocksdorp
— stillness.
Selection of Lou ticket stubs and a backstage pass:
Backstage Pass - 16 May 1975 - Aragon Ballroom, Chicago, IL
5 October 1973 - Rainbow Theatre, London, UK
26 November 1974 - San Diego, CA
25 February 1989 - St. James Theatre, NYC
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