& whenever they would close their eyes, their hearts would begin to dream.
The music wooed the wounded years, cancelling all their tears and fears.
An unacknowledged truth, it seems: Radios are time-machines.

"It was  not like a flying saucer, more like my grandmother's face nailed backwards."

"Whoaaat?"

"It was not 10 seconds. More like a 3 day vacation at the Bermuda triangle cruise ship."

"You're kidding me right?"

"NO, wait a second... they were not little green men. More like my third grade teacher dressed in a rubber suit."

"Okay, this is getting weird."


"No!... that is not a hole in my head. Definetely not a hole in my head.
more like Spock ears.  Yeah! that's it Spock ears!"


"Whatever man, I'm outta here!"

The city lights stretch as far as the eyes could see.
The tall buildings dwarf our bodies.
Instantly making us feel lonely & lost,
& a little afraid of our future.

Inside the bus on the way to our apartment,
I pull out my worn copy of The Great Gatsby;
& wonder if we are thinking the same thoughts
But I remember your bad taste in books,
& laugh to myself.

Then you start to fall asleep, your head falls
on the crook of my shoulder.
I could hear Leonard Cohen's psalms
blasting through your headphones
& remember how we got here.

The unfazed critic contemplated the vacant space.

 He stood there for days & days.

When the last of her favorite memories left,
she planted all his secrets in her garden instead.

we didn't use an umbrella that day ...

 because...

 a score of rainbowed raindrops...  

 fell on our heads...

we danced instead...

The imaginary girl only appeared in his dreams once.
But he couldn't get her out of his head.

The Man o' War doesn't want to fight.
He just wants to give you a fright!  

         [BOO HOO!!!!!]

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Portuguese Man o' Wars look shockingly hideous. I'd love to see an illustration of a cute one! :) lol.