In Fremont we have fall days, its not just one constant temperature every day of the year.
fore ghettoing whom I was
somewhere on the stream of dreams,
my thoughts are not for you,
But bye writing this they are with you,
And I could not be more sad.
Could you believe I could know what this image was going to be when I “clicked the shutter? Or would it be easier to believe I thought if I clicked the shutter it might be something interesting?
Exiting Montgomery Street Station, San Francisco. NOTE: I got that whole line in initial caps.
I like the flowing of the leaves,
and the lines of the branches
Its their promise of something
Deep in my heart
that will not part.
“Do you think that I sleep in a hollow log?”
Sound like a strange linear a song, but you can hear in delta blues. I guess if you got know other place to sleep its better than no thing.