“I see you tomorrow” he said as walked out the kitchen the smell of deep fried oil and fries seemed his apparel and deodorant, he was tired and walked home humming a soft tune to self.. a soft melody with a tune that’ seemed to speak to the soul I guess he was having a conversation with self with a humble smile I am not sure but that was who he was i presume .. He reached home .. And collapsed on the sofa for a while.. Then he reached over and picked up the JD twisted the lid and let the liquid slowly hit the soul. “whoa… haaa ”.. Again the foolish sheepish smile as he lay the guitar in his lap like lady needing cuddles .. it was obvious this instrument or the sound that came from it where simply an extension of his soul ..
He picked himself up in one hand the guitar in the other the JD, he made his way up to roof top.. the stars where out the moon was three quarter full he toasted the heavens and took another gulp before he lay down playing a melody that surpassed the flesh and touched the soul .. kind of like BB king talking with Lucile if you know what I mean .. the world faded away and there was honesty pain and happiness could sit together like old friends having tea.. or brandy .. There was honesty and communion and for those who can see with third the universe opened up to be read.
In this place in his head expression existed untamed naked like a flame consuming air yet giving light he was in his element he put the guitar down and wiped out the flute .. a Vaughn the air in lungs and the liquid in his veins the paint the search for truth or denying of …the swish of the brush .. as played the melody he walked with the wind and talked with clouds shone with moon and (pause) sang with the wolfs …. And then there was silence .. why simply be cause he was passing out …
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