I've always thought comparisons were useless and ugly. It is a short cut to thinking.
I can kind of envision one person with a lot of machines, tapes, and electronic set-ups...singi ng or speaking and using machines.
Morning found us unaware, noon burn gold into our hair, at night we swim the laughin sea, where will we be?
Music inflames temperament.
This is the strangest life I've ever known.
Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss