The bear and the crow, friends since birth
They dabble in the arts, as children do
Soon, they will be separated
Soon, the crow will lift towards the moon
The bear will tend towards the stream


The moon and the stream, friends since birth
They dabble in the arts, as gods do
When will I walk the stream?
When will I dance upon the moon?


This journey, inchoate.


-soc

They say talk is for losers
They say talk is for fools


They say I have never met Napoleon but...
They say I plan to find the time


Science Erotica, new subject


-soc

Essence
Death
How do rain, blue sky
how do travel, blue highway


Little child, black dog
Rain, tea, smoke
sod, shoe, iron, conglomerate
wooden


Cucumber sandwich, dr, salt
hello, woman, hello basalt
garage R&B
my homage to....
humanity. soul.


-soc