Sergeant Cecil

[my miss storm cat]

Imperfections and sour notes are filtered out and bonded together in a massive heap of rubbish, like words from the one with the chosen name of the prophet or something similar. (A joke for ArlJim)

The music, like the clean water, flows. I can hear it.

I can taste it.

I can breathe it.

Can you?


...and did you ever notice how the word breathe begins with lips together and the air flows through your mouth, forcing you to exhale at the last part? Are there many words that can do that? I doubt it.

There is beauty in everything.

Am I right?