7/31/17

Above The Peaks


Someone find a heart.
Put it on ice, make sure it still beats.
Send it overnight.
Accross the oceans, above the peaks.

Send it right to me.
Somehow make it fit, modify if needed.
Push the blood through.
Pull it back, clean it up nice and pure.

So it flows bright red.

Thirsty Vines

  Jam samples and free beer. These Lone Star days. Long rows of thirsty vines. Inspection trip. Old structures and new ones. Oaks and pecans...