"It's three-thirty-five in the big city and, down the empty streets, white plastic shopping bags wrap themselves around lampposts. Bone-thin dogs nose the wet ground and somewhere, blocks away, rain boots slide across the tarmac. Sounds waft from behind almost lost memories. I dream of lions and lace."
beauty
NIGHT-TIME IN THE CITY by writerbrad
The clock at City Hall strikes 3 o'clock and around the corner, a milk-starved cat fleet-foots across an empty parking lot.
Bob-a-rama - Series #1 - Love Minus Zero/No Limit by writerbrad
A mix of Bob Dylan covers, in no particular order, but all dealing with the myriad emotions and sensations of that most elusive of human experience, th...
melancholia of the quiet city by writerbrad
"It's three-thirty-five in the big city and, down the empty streets, white plastic shopping bags wrap themselves around lampposts.
Rollin' and Tumblin' by writerbrad
sometimes you just have to get off your ass and rip this joint .
wow i neeed this ... escaping froma hectic life atthe moment...thisismy escape
2012-03-19 11:16:59 UTC