Keeping busy
Deep below but not very far,
I'm building a small subway car.
The clients of this doll house job?
The true natives of New York mob.
Deep below but not very far,
I'm building a small subway car.
The clients of this doll house job?
The true natives of New York mob.
Singing, it seems, can take a man,
from microphone to film can.
Such is the case with this songster,
model and actor, he's Usher.
Once as Faris he ran and ran,
to avoid his sister's plan.
Now he's in a play made flick,
good old Matthew Broderick.
Wisps floating, churning.
Endless wanderers quietly die.
All that's left of their toils,
flowers more pleasing than to the eye.
This portion of the fence is locked.
From this day on, all thoughts are blocked.
New ideas are all off limits,
Look to father for your just merits.
In a flash, it was long gone, fortunately I managed to get the last few glimpses on film.
Sometimes I'm as lonely as this empty train car,
My friends and loves are so far.
Surrounded by strangers on a full car.
What was that in the faded reflection?
A face of grief and no direction.
Just when I thought I could look away,
the dreams in my head began to play.
After note: Look at that capture! I never thought such a clear image would come through, though clearly it is television that I am picking up, either local signals or satillite. I sent this picture in my apartment, but on the TV was a commercial for an Attorney, so I have no idea where this little guy came from.
I shot this a long time ago. It's a picture of one of my experimental flaming paints.
Getting going, guests got gushed, gasped Greg. Gentle grasp gets Greg's good graces. Gentlemen gotten goodness, greeted gorgeous Grace. Glorious! Grand! Good glances, good gifts, gentlemen gave Grace great greetings. Grace gave gentlemen gliding gilded glass gulls. Gentlemen greatly glad. Grace grinned gladly. Guests granted Greg's grace.
Its kind of disgusting, its made of garbage that street sweepers picked up! I guess there's bronze inside holding it all together. Interesting sculpture, but I still think it's gross.
This is an official test of the SlugFly system. Had this been an actual SlugFly posting the subject matter contained in the box above would be entertaining or thought provoking in nature. However, if the picture has the errors this blog has experienced recently, one of two things will happen. A. I will shut down this blog. B. I will find some other way of getting the pictures from the phone to the internet. I don't want to do either, so upon typing this I have high hopes that the picture will transfer without incident. Let us pray. "Oh great spirit of the Cellular Signal, we ask that you please deliver this test message safely to it's desired destination. In return for this blessing we offer daytime peak minutes to be used by your most holy teenage saints." Amen.