Category Archives: Neal Cassady

Travels Much Whimsy

37 points geographic, a plan – they say so in French. 48 feelings matched by same or less equal sentiments, of feeling lost by winded breath. Drop point here and travels much whimsy. Learn the new peculiar with abandon. Strengths … Continue reading

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Color My Dreams and Hue My Light

Everybody rides the wave of time. Some ride fast and others, perch slow. All make book for the end of light, for the ride of demise where day is left, unwritten. Peaceful playground, my imagination, this zoo of misfits who … Continue reading

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Filling Holes and Collecting Soul

Leg-wrapped and anxious, she flies with swirls. She touches and presses, she blows; senseless seams of sky. Give her wide and distance the passage. Marking next, filling holes and collecting soul. Patterns of light and the mystique of rhythm; images … Continue reading

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Forgotten in Light

Pull back now and all will be forgotten in light. Continue reading

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