Willie, Waylon, Kris and Johnnie.
They All had different jobs, all a part of our collective. They all knew that their individual efforts, moved the next generation forward.
That was easy to type, since they didn’t question if their following generations would work to destroy the very thing, that gave them the freedom to commit generational suicide. But here we are.
I fly a star ship, across the universe divide, and when I reach the other side. I’ll find a place to rest my spirit if I can.
Perhaps become a highway man again, or I may become a simple drop of rain…. But I will remain……
Y’all (me included) need more Bama time! Except bowel of course, he’d be in a constant swirly, head in the turd bowl.
Ok, I think that’s all I had to say. Night all.
They All had different jobs, all a part of our collective. They all knew that their individual efforts, moved the next generation forward.
That was easy to type, since they didn’t question if their following generations would work to destroy the very thing, that gave them the freedom to commit generational suicide. But here we are.
I fly a star ship, across the universe divide, and when I reach the other side. I’ll find a place to rest my spirit if I can.
Perhaps become a highway man again, or I may become a simple drop of rain…. But I will remain……
Y’all (me included) need more Bama time! Except bowel of course, he’d be in a constant swirly, head in the turd bowl.
Ok, I think that’s all I had to say. Night all.