Negative (revisited)


toxic fumed bathing,

clarity blooms from dark, the

coloured light haunts my



Memories developing:

my jukebox romance –


cigarette, beer in

one hand, the other rests on

sound waves lovingly

Sometimes, I just need Nirvana.

“if you ever need anything please don’t
hesitate to ask someone else first,
I’m too busy acting like I’m not naïve…”



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    You are so right Vanessa, sometimes we need Nirvana (lying on the floor in the dark I find best).

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    Oh, I totally dig that last line… wicked. Totally can imagine you afraid of clowns listening to Nirvana to frighten them off.

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      Egads, how I miss his sharp humour. And all of it.
      And thank you so much! That means a lot to me coming from someone I consider writes on a whole other level of thought 💚

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      Thank you! I am trying to remember what I was feeling when I wrote this…I think something had just happened that had really hurt me…anyway…it’s so interesting going over old stuff

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          I think it’s along the lines of something dear Oldepunk said yesterday, that some things we have forgotten is because they are so hard to remember, and I know that was the case here as I pondered it more, if you understand what I mean


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      I love your comment! 🙂 Thank you.
      Sometimes that turning inside out, that negative image, can really bring clarity…(of course this actual picture isn’t a true negative, but anyway.)

      Plus, I really loved this music…great therapy! 🙂

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