flights 47rain is a strange name for precipitation!

the heavens have closed,
not a drop is falling,
system is cranky,
like a toddler on frosties.

the dew here is brown,
its dirt on the cars daily,
it leads to employment,
for the guys who are needy.

be sober, drive slow, be safe.

flights 48
i.m.mersed

when the morrow breaks,
i yearn for thee.
when our Sol sets in a churning seething sea,
i get cranky for ur company.
and in between i want to hold u in my hands
and drink from thee.
is this destiny?








Nescafe.

yup. thats right...