Happy tunes strum in the sky for us. Transform another trace of flying webmasters in the moonlight. Nothing comes of crowded fleas. Nothing in your drink. Nothing sitting here wondering what is the point of saying the top of it is falling? No, that is not what I’m saying. It all falls through the ever-present dynamo!


Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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