Talk to me Charley… talk to me.


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.

2 Responses to “Talk to me Charley… talk to me.”

  1. Lashawnda Warrior Says:

    Most what i read online is trash and copy paste but you definitely add value. Keep it like this.

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