A.G.E's Joint

To begin, begin She’s there. The other person Behind the image in the mirror... Somewhere in all that fat I was told she was. A pretty girl everyone should see. A journey? The path you have never seen? It scares you, but the other person is not evil Is not petty or violent. She is beautiful. So begin. Leave the mass in the mirror. Bring your true self through. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is what happens when I post at night. I forget stuff. Topic- Sallon Newlove Pic- Michelle King Pic guesses: Waiting, Spread, Hair, 17 Comments 1 Share

Images float across the page. Carrot curls over eyes of sky A beautifully broken soul Draws me like a moth to flame. Hoping a smile patches A damaged soul Beauty still shows through But you can’t be fixed No flaming Tilt O’Whirl No lap bars to keep us in. Sighing, I leave the cage on the midway Your image fades slowly into the night.

Hey, Heidy and Howdy!. It's your ol' buddy, Harry live on good ol' WOFT. The marketing weasels have been crunching the latest Nielsen numbers and they saidgolden oldies aren't cutting it anymore. That's right! Fewer and fewer of you Geritol kids have it in you to keep up, or worse have joined me here in the wind. Well, as public service (and a craven attempt to keep my job), I have taken it upon myself to give you, my listeners, the strength to carry on. Hey! Isn't that a song lyric? I read somewhere that laughter is the best medicine, so tonight's show is all COMEDY! We'll start with Happy Hour. Now where I'm from the Killjoys in the State Revenue department no longer allow for drink specials, but I am aware of a few places you can pong for your beer... By the time you've played a round or three, you get really happy. So happy, you don't care what silliness is on TV. But some jerk decides cartoon Wrasslin' ain't real s...

What if there are no superheroes ? No hope Just dumb luck. Against the machinations of life? What if there are? Someone to take the responsibility away, Benevolent and all seeing. Willing to protect and take the blame A scapegoat chased out of the city. I don’t take drugs I am drugs Blowing visions across the sky Confusing the flock Guiding them to be sheared. Best Friend Park hadn’t changed much in twenty years. The copper infield was smooth as glass and the emerald turf immaculate thanks to Old Man Johnson. Life was simpler back then. Lt. Walter Murray was here to see his grandson play T-ball for the first time this season. The first three Saturday mornings he had to work. He was happy not to think of dead people and grieving victims. Robbery and Major Crimes, the shifts were consistent. Coaching ball and playing with his kids was possible. Homicide was another animal. No two cases were the same. Dealing in death was a 24/7 on call position. When Friday night’s damage was fo...