Some people have jewels in safe deposit boxes. I have a soul in some notebooks.
My Mother Named Me an Adjective (part I)
I was a Tami. A Tami with a Serene tucked carefully just below the surface. Hiding. Waiting to come out.
I AM THE WALRUS
I’m not really The Walrus, but don’t tell anyone
Gotta stick this back up top again for a friend >> RANDOM AUDIO: I blew up the weed
Random Replay: I blew up the weed* *The unidentifiable sounds I make at first remind me of my Aunt Mary – my favorite aunt and the best aunt in the world – who didn’t curse. She, instead, made up her own cuss words where the more vulgar, such as my father or myself, might…
Random Audio: I blew up the weed
“Oh, no, NO! It’s the worst thing that could ever happen!”
Justice William O. Douglass: trees have standing
For over a decade, now, I have always, always had a digital voice recorder. I have also always required constant pencil and paper – something I’m never without. The bulk of the space on my Dig Voice Recorders – running on 3A batteries which rocks more than you can know unless you know, is bullshit like this. Verbal journaling…