... the old black rum
Blondie, your melting, your melting, sinking lower lower, don't fade on us, please no, stay, staaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay......... blip.
please feel free to delete my comments at anytime. But but time is tha abstract, there is only now. To prove my point you are reading this right now, and the next time you think about this concept it will also be now.....so now you know, i'm crazy...
If a poem lives in passions and theres nobody to read it, does it rhyme. No it doesn't.... now thats another concept, I don't understand.
See you now.....