November 13, 2012 by Jay. I tend to spend very much time in my own thoughts. I tend to think much more than I talk. Especially its culture, history, language, and music.

A Pretty Readable Blog Complete With Leaks In The Proverbial Wall. In the view of my short story. As stated as a poem am I! So, strung up like a wire. It tears into my skin, so. As to turn my heart to fire.

Humorous musings from Tony, Derek, and Jay. Perhaps poetry was not such a great idea. Maybe I made unprecedented advancements in theoretical physics, perhaps I more or less invented the atom bomb; none of that matters, really.

From a dancer, a thinker, a Christian. And on a different site. So go check out the new site. And subscribe there, if you wish to come back and read my thunks regarding life, love, and cheesecake. I will be deleting this site probably in the next week or so, but all my previous posts are hosted on the new site. Thanks for your previous support, and I hope to see you around on the new blog! Posted in the blog.

I will that some unbroken pause. Would conjure in my mind. A note to leave unnoticed. And a treasure left behind. But hope is sly and personal. So such a plan is not so far. And fetched is second rate. If memory almost fails me. Then always will still be. The living order of things-. Of all the sleeping sod that will heave. Seven dim hours and no more sun.