Sparkey and me are goin' free style anymore...no percentage in less. My heads lost in Spring.
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Me and Sparkey are drinking tea and watching DIY bands make make it happen outside in the dark on the last day of August. They rolled in from Vancouver CA, and Paris, and Seattle. Go groovin.
Now it's Autumn and the temperature tumbles at night and the sun is bleary and pale today.
Sparkey and me live at the Moonbase sometimes. It's a little safer up here and keeps us from getting way burned up and blown out (which happens too often when we're not careful). It's best. It's like battle armor. With stars.
Yo, Timothy (Hull) on behalf of Spark. Drop a line if you like ~ here; tinker (at) whidbey com.
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Sunlight to come Par Avion. Birds scamper around the yard, and Mr. McDuff who is a rooster, he’s hungry.
Come and go rains. Constant clouds. Hanging down low. Cold and damp.
still under the rains. good morning.
Heading off to bed. A room away from my mum. Goodnight everyone.
Rain falling out in the dark. Down staying with my mum. She’s sick.
April 1st. Cold rain mixed with snow. All day.
Big wind from the north. Blowing all sunshine and white caps out on the blue water. Hauling down Puget Sound from all points north, like Canada and the Artic. Gulls are soaring everywhere and rain is on the way down from the north. Last day of March. Big wind.
Almost April Spark. Off into it. Rock on.
rain on the way. wind died away. tuesday and wednesday look to be soakers.
it was an old day yesterday Sparkey, but it’s a new day now. coffee before working. overcast and heavy sky. smells like rain and the cows are lying down. grey on grey.
“Incomplete Hesitation”
“Mail on a Sunday”
“Heartbeats and Hangovers”
I’m off to go songwriting.