Peace and love and rock'n'roll from a hillbilly, hellbent on saving the world.
Friday, May 29, 2015
Nothing Shaking
If they never left I'd have nothing to write about. The dreams try to warn me but the dew washes away the memory. I want nothing and I long for everything. That high pitched hum? That's the earth's cry for peace.
If they never left I'd have nothing to write about. The dreams try to warn me but the dew washes away the memory. I want nothing and I long for everything. That high pitched hum? That's the earth's cry for peace.
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