Sounds of the sounds

One person's junk is another person's treasure. This may be true. However, one person's ignorance is another's knowledge. Feed yourself.


Okay, so maybe I didn't go out tonight as my horoscope had insisted I do, although, I've had reluctant yet enjoyable exchanging of words about deep sleep, dreams--OBEs, Astral Projection, Autoscopy, etc, book reviews, scripts and production, Celine Dion, dancing, and burglars. Now if that isn't enough, I don't know what is.


Snail mail has yet captured my soul and left it in the post office. I need more stamps.