

Riffing With Coltrane...The way their lives curved together, curled around each other just so, was like twin saxophones singing in duet voices over gentle piano. It sounded like 1947. Like 1957. Like 1970 all over again when they would be together in a room, rattling gossip in familiar and related rasping slurs above the party jive and jump and wail from stereo and crowding party goers. The couple had the same drive as the others, but something made them both stand out. For years, they had stood out above every room and now they were together, both shining like diamonds in the gentle, drunk evenings of Autumn. Twin cigarettes flaming, twin jazz men on band stand vyiRiffing With Coltrane...


Mr CellophaneAnd it started out as such a nice day too. The cleaners put just the right amount of starch in the collar of my favorite white dress shirt, I managed to actually get those tickets to the Yankees this afternoon, I even managed to not get any of the hotdog I had for lunch all over my nice crisp shirt. And here I am bleeding all over it like a perfect chump. Pauls Christmas ham sized fist struck me square in the jaw for a third time as he huffed and puffed like a prizefighter that needed to be put to pasture long ago. You gonna keep that nose of yours out of the bosses business, Jack or am I gonna have to breaMr Cellophane


what if...What if I told you that everything you did mattered? That someone cared when you where sad, that when you felt completely alone someone knew you and felt what you where going through. No, I dont mean something objective like God or any like that, someone real that needed you as much as you need them, some one that wanted you as much as you wanted them. Sounds strange doesnt it? Its true I swear on what ever you hold dear to youre heart of hearts. Everything you do is important to someone, and they keep track of it. Every time you scraped your knee or kissed someone you shouldnt have, wewhat if...
Just wanted to say hi and that I've added ya back.
so yeah.. peace easy.
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"How precious it is Lord, to realize that you are thinking about me constantly..."
Psalm 139:17
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When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.-Hunter S. Thompson
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