Upside down cups, a potted plant and coins rattle-rub against a paperback at the bottom of my gunny sack. How's a girl supposed to ignore omens like that? -- The Poet S.
Three Weisenheimers got a message for us:
Something can never come from nothing.
I looked for the entrance. Paths would have been left to weed and ruin had I not learned to cut things out. One step led to plans trampled. Underfoot was found the lock with no key. I had no clue that I knew this detour would lead you to me.
Contentment comes to call when the forecast promises lead in the sky and teardrop-shaped puddles. The air is heavy with excitement and a return to a true idea is expected. Greys and Greens equate calm and peace of mind. Wetness is a reminder of where creativity is hidden (ties in with that "lock with no key" concept.)
Please don't turn into the furniture and become lost to the world
8 is my favorite number and you've been sitting too long
I must believe what you believe will not destroy you, because where you're headed ...
We return to Stardust whether this gig works out or not.
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