concert noise
cigarette amps
crushing pedals with steel toe riffs
picking guitars
that’s how you smoke it
if this is the Noise they said would sweep me away
they said I’d drown under,
be carried away by
dreamy sleepy Vocalist
drifting in the 90s
floating on VCR tapes and rusty groovy reels of graphic melodies,
then I was born for this
yeah, nostalgia burning a hole in my lungs.
2 Lines each day...
from the forest, from the furrows, from the field ... and further
relishing in life's surprises, delighting in food, travel, art
The Writings of an Aspiring Cadaver
the literary asylum
grano a grano el gallo se llena el buche
"Hay que inyectarse cada día de fantasía para no morir de realidad" Ray Bradbury.
Making media that matters; Empowering others to create media too
A bit of entertainment, a dash of humor - life in a multi-cat household!
"Be yourself - everyone else is already taken."
A place to share my photography projects
Autism, Anxiety and Allergies. Please feel free to email me abigailbrookshalling@gmail.com
bipolar, uninterrupted
Asperganoid 