I’m afraid it doesn’t get more radiant than this: a reggae cover of a Carole King classic mashed with poetic whatnot from the legendary deceased Jimi Hendrix.
Sometimes my definition of toxic is a rich white rock star telling me to imagine a world with no possessions, while he’s suing the other members of The Beatles.
The world as she knew it had turned upside-down. For the first time in her life, Claire Meacham was not going to resist, instead, she too would turn upside-down. SPOILER ALERT: Things do not go well. Her intention was not to succeed, but to prove a point. It was with this nonchalant attitude that she would audition for the Bob Fosse Revue, “Cabaret and All That Jazz, Yeah”, followed by a snap, and the yeah is whispered.
Continue reading
It was liver spot roll call time. There were some new faces.
As he lay dying in a hospice, Seymour Franklin, was in a serious predicament. The lobe in his brain that catered to his communication skills fried out during the last stroke, his third, if you are counting. He could hear. He could smell. He could comprehend. But he could not move, nor speak. It sucked to be him.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
The Art and Craft of Blogging
The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.
The Home Of DJ Sung Mo Koo 