Monday, December 26, 2011

Paris; Coulon? and the art of Being Coul



He was dripping wet.....and....he was....calling a tree a bitch.... if they are ripe.....and sweet....eat it....via a coul....cut.... and softened....now.... they purchase coul notes....and.... In the same way.... water carries the life.... of.....the...youth.... and thee.....old folk....the....human...race....and....the people....or.... the fullness of time....left on ....this ....planet.....hence....to me this is so..... richly pleasing that, the nearer I draw to surviving yet another death..... I seem within sight of white....peace...of....mind....and... I will come into the harbor .....after a long voyage.....with a blue....smile on my face....like a white cap....wave