HERB
Wrinkled
Sun spots
Hoarse voice
“Let me clarify”
“You realize – Sir”
There is a moon
Many Stars
And Bull shit
NOVEMBER 2009
Whiskey drunk by candlelight writing a masterpiece while strangers slide through fog
Fade into alleys
Tiny glimpses of brilliance scratched on napkins
Inspired by shadows
Flickering
Shifting
Dancing