I Talk To The Trees
I can here the music from the meditation class upstairs…
…If I ever commit murder on a Monday evening you’ll know what drove me to it.
The Caretaker Files
Under A Blood Red Sky
Red sky at night Its not night, you wouldn’t be able to see it was red if it was. Red sky at morning I’m up too early.
“It’s a bit early for wine isn’t it?” “I’m trying to drink less coffee.”