"i should’ve taken that left at Albuquerque," i muttered; disdain dripping off of every character in every word uttered.
the sweltering heat and brutal humidity of this God-forsaken desert i was marooned in tuned into his frequencies, took whatever it wanted and didn’t even bother to leave Kenneth a note, advising the recent changes made to his state of being; all of this occurring before eventually leaving without saying a single thing.
suddenly, there’s a full blown picture portrayed as an elixir. "foolish mirage," i croaked. "you dare to bombard my mind with cryptic instruction?! you know nothing about me or my self-destruction!” the mental muddle seemed too much for me to overcome. spectator to my own struggle, my will began crumbling away into the desert, inevitably blending with the desolate landscape
my final cry reverberates throughout the space between my arms outstretched. dust… now one with the sand, the southern sun gives way to a killing moon a curious breeze gathers the sand & ashes, swirling cyclically towards the night sky complete with an aura that rivals the glow of the stars.
this is a new dawn. this is a new wind, due north. of course…
“Seriously, no wonder the record business is on its knees. They screamed and claimed the internet ripped off the artists. Well, they should know, they’ve been ripping off both artists and fans alike since the rock’n’roll universe began and they’re doing it still.”—Mick Wall of RockAAA.com telling it like it is.
Amanda from Holiday Hijack:This experience hasn't just changed our lives, hasn't just enlightened our lives, it's completely turned our lives upside down but in a really, really positive way. [For] me personally, it's completely changed my perception of family and family values.
Della:Still wearing your £400 Karen Millen jacket, though.