Ringing The Creativity Bell
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Suburban book of blues biggest construction in the undertaking. Hot coffee pad red flag warning. A sonic boom blast can reach tired poor mans deaf ears. Protection from the watchers, but are they in the bleachers? Gold meadow birds swerve to avoid the midnight creatures. Will you remember the little things when it has all been said and done? Emergency assistance, or a hardened shackle lock?. Tick tock tick tock tick tock went the clock before the bell was struck. A moody afternoon was spent day dreaming down by a river. Chasing clouds in ones mind could not be finer. Lamp shades meant to shade only blotted out the memory of ones past lover. A phonograph on a table played, but the neighboring stereo system only played their music louder. Telephones rang throughout the middle of the night. This is when the sun came back in and woke the boy into a man from a long awaited slumber. Sweat drenched. How could one have spent so many nickels and dimes so carelessly, and in such a fashionable manner. Sit down now said the cricket, it is time to enjoy a rather fine dinner. Thank you.
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From the big city beat to a blue jean retreat with a true best friend. An echo through a canyon of truth. Circles of lies. Which way can one go when reality is so close to to the razorz edge. Promises are for people who can not keep their word? Grand naivity? To laugh like a child is great for the soul until the heart is broken and one is left crying like a baby. Dreams will not die as long as the desire within burns. Stop for a moment and check this out. Why ask why? Kick your feet up. Do not let video games kill old fashioned radio. Rock and Roll WILL NEVER DIE BABY! OW! 9/4/09
About the Author
Born to the Rockies in the BiCentennial year. The first through the fourth spent near wooded lakes in a manger so close so far so very near maybe even right here. Skateboarding around up and down corridors and Jr. minted hallways. Always on the lookout for a way out. Never did exactly get out. Here I am now. Mellamo Austino...TORO. LOL...LMAO 2009 Austin Blaine Smith was born and raised in and around the Mile High City Denver, CO. Where he still spends a good portion of his time between Kalifornia these days. Also riding the old Wild West Territory with his trusty companion Sir William a.k.a. Billy the Kid.