charlieorbit

Today, off work sitting reading a little, writing a little, enjoying the stormy weather, i love storms, the magnetizing glow of large masses of water to lite, so they form into this.. it must be a dream, as full and bright as i am this light is not my own.. Listend to jazz on sun nite drank, some beer took some altering substances that made me feel kind of weightless, and i thought the room was packed full of people, like a train headed for torture, the thick smell of us kind of strange when trumpets tell the story, it felt good slow i suppose things shall be slower....
ciao Charlie..