Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Tonight I met Jesus on the Red Line. He gave up his seat for her, and he whispered something in his ear about seeing the beauty in her soul and eternal life. He had nappy grey hear, some of which was still black. He looked young in a way that only middle-aged men can look. One could only nod and smile because of the drugs.

First Four of Pod

Some Beethoven Jazz

and then Something as yet Undiscovered

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