1/23/11
Another night full of random dreams that held images of men, cosseted in secret conversations…rooms full of butch haircuts looming above mantles of thickly rimmed black glasses that adjusted themselves as they lowered their gaze to survey the murky sea of other dark, store-bought suits that lined the walls and remained stoic with their thin ties and tight lips.
Information is on its way.
I can feel it.
Talk to me Charley… talk to me.
Brownstonelit's Blog 
January 24, 2011 at 6:14 pm |
Most what i read online is trash and copy paste but you definitely add value. Keep it like this.
January 24, 2011 at 8:17 pm |
Thank you for the kind appraisal. If you like it- go back to the very beginning of this blog in January 2010. This is about a real murder I am investigating and writing a book on. I work with a psychic medium detective. Go back to the start- you won’t regret it! Go to http://www.brownstoneliteraryworks.com and let me know what you think!