bryan

I enjoy treetops from ladders that just miss their mark. Sometimes an apple falls on my head if I am lucky. Then I have food for the day. Either way, I feel pretty sauced.The lords of my imagination send e-love to my gmail account; the ladies prefer a good old-fashioned perfumed kerchief.I have my own box truck. I tell all of my hearers "This is where artists come to ride."The continued short-circuiting of personal consequence hinders my heart's progress. I often fail to notice tears. I rarely trouble others with my own.I enjoy the occasional shiatsu massage. Except for when it leads to my undoing.