There is a manhunt going on in my neighborhood. My street is blocked off and ghetto birds are circling overhead. Other than their noise, it is very, very quiet! My cat keeps scratching at the door, but I am NOT letting her out.
'goodbye old paint' is a folk song my mother used to sing when i was a kid. now it is just one of the many things that add to the fog in my brain. this is all just a tribute to the fog.
"listen, there's a hell of a universe next door. let's go." ~ e.e. cummings.