Posting From Saint Anne Des Monts
Took the day to fly from the forest and flew here to the library and made some notes and letters between the outs inn though, thoughts and feelings are fleeting in the flight for freedom in an unknown maze created back in the days before memory and reason at most the whys of its stored in a prism held captive by the friar in his tuck. Where I go, I`m still and landing in the motion of oh music, wil it ever be alwaqys there and so we hit the reset butt on again afew times and every time we see the prophesy residing over everything as if there is a knowing of it all this all in advance and nothing is suprising except to me.
Well with that I leave this space for the relaxing and solitude of being together with the invisibles and those objective precepts which pretend and continue to act. I play no part yet I play this solid role and gather some mopss but like it as it grows.
Well with that I leave this space for the relaxing and solitude of being together with the invisibles and those objective precepts which pretend and continue to act. I play no part yet I play this solid role and gather some mopss but like it as it grows.