Terrapin Station Part 1
By The Grateful Dead

Sometime this week we are headed to Nashville for Laurels doctors’ appointment.
The cats are jumping around like fleas scattering “important documents” like playful toys. Alleycat is taking a bath totally unaware of the kittens. Alleycat is 64 just like me; she looks twenty, independent and likes to lie next to black objects (she is black). The kitten just bounce her head against the wall, I hope she is all right.
I didn’t see Bush out on the mall shaking hands. I did see him fly over the mall and he looked haggard, so much for social pressure.

The Reaper
By Blue Oyster Cult

The Mall

http://www.int.iol.co.za/index.php?sf=2813&art_id=qw1127631428388B262&click_id=2813&set_id=1
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Home
 Words & Graphics by Tomas