by Ken Volok
Waves are like dreams.
Green dreams.
Blue Dreams
Of places sacred and desecrated.
Fleeting moments
That feed my soul
And put my dreams on the horizon.
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by Ken Volok
Waves are like dreams.
Green dreams.
Blue Dreams
Of places sacred and desecrated.
Fleeting moments
That feed my soul
And put my dreams on the horizon.
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just found out from your site that Sebastian Horsley died…what a great loss to the world…he was a very witty wanker
we need more off the wall people like him in the world…definately in Santa yawn Barbara.