Saturday, March 29, 2025

Flash Fiction 27. River of Music Crosses the Mississippi.

Some Cali Belle MN. A connection or transfer? Je ne sais quoi. Oh busy, the songs arrive, many great ones, WA DE. Keeping some unusual war? A way to the metronome or slightly disengaged? Music has a sense. I'll say hello eventually or aurevoir. I'm in no hurry to aquire abundance. Where I am is with some obvious. We are the the class I took once, at least I am.  The strings ring. The minds imagine. The future is important, occasionally imported and, if necessary, in the studio. In the morning I occasionally spill: le café noir magique sur mon chemise avec une a  dix cigarettes. Je sais c'est le vrai "stereotype" de un/e auteure. Le paix pour la nuit a reve le nouveau realite. LA paix pour le jour pour a voir le damage a le countrie et le cities.

I have a bandaid. Sur le Mezanine.

We are chased by the Blah.k Nite. 

Et a la Lumiere nous arrivé.

The usual skit.

Merci a votre Mere Belle. C'est le typical jour pour nous en l'etats-unie. Aujourdui nous sommes le issues, a demain nous sommes tout. Amour de Belle et moi a vu! 






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