“Billions of voices used to travel through telephone wires everyday. All the “I’m on my way home now” and “Would you tell her I called,” still hang from the copper. When you get close, you can hear the echo of teenage girls making plans to see “The Beatles” and choked up soldiers calling to tell their mother’s “Happy Birthday.”
Why, you can even hear newspaper men reporting stories. Stories about Muhammad Ali beating George Foreman. Vivid tales of Lindbergh, the Titanic, Watergate, Martin Luther King, the moon landing, Bonnie and Clyde, D-Day, Kurt Cobain, Billy Holiday, Henry Ford, Judy Garland, Babe Ruth, etc, etc, etc. Many of the souls are gone but not the voices. View full post…
“I was like flippin’ out, flippin’ like pancakes, flippin’ like Flipper watching the eclipse. We saw the Total, lucky to be there though, cause in White House it was loco when the darkness hit.
Hundredths of a second later light cut through in shimmering razors, never have I seen that color on the earth or in the sky. I didn’t know that the Corona was a super power supernova, jumping, slamming, slipping around the moon-but I saw it with my eyes. View full post…
I dream in four-wheel drive Cajun voodoo wanderings. Often times the dream feels as real as real life. I wake up thinking I’m pretty positive that my dream actually happened, like in some parallel universe because I still have all kinds of emotion and thoughts wrapped up in it.
So I get annoyed when I tell a person “who was there“ in the dream with me about the dream, and they act like they don’t know what I am talking about. Like when I told a cashier at Kroger that I had a dream about her driving my car on a beach and then she sat under the coffee table at my mom’s house eating Lays potato chips. I explained how because of her, we couldn’t hear the TV and missed the last five minutes of an episode of “Stranger Things” that Justin Bieber was featured in and to this day I still do not know what happened. View full post…
“Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. How long did it take him, an hour? And now for the next hundred years we have to answer the question, how many peppers did Peter Piper pick? Has anyone noticed you can’t pick pickled peppers, that peppers are pickled after they are picked? No, people don’t care, they believe whatever Peter says or does. Who is this guy’s publicist? I need him!”
Thank you for reading my thoughts.
Stay wild stay free,
Black Sheep Rebel Girl