tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002012785472388522.post7827029889248993964..comments2024-01-04T22:37:24.946-06:00Comments on ART ON WRY: Lives of The Artists - Charles WrightA.M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15962125765059747033noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002012785472388522.post-11798388145941815512008-06-06T10:53:00.000-05:002008-06-06T10:53:00.000-05:00Not sure, Spaceman. It's been me and the crackling...Not sure, Spaceman. It's been me and the crackling universe since I was three. It follows and fills me. Mostly I feel it in my chest and sometimes in my solar plexus, just under the ribs: <BR/><BR/>My belief beyond belief. <BR/><BR/>I was stranded on this planet with only that crackling white noise to sustain me. It's the only thing that doesn't leave, go away from me and disappear. The only Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002012785472388522.post-56703733277695929702008-06-06T10:11:00.000-05:002008-06-06T10:11:00.000-05:00That's what I'm chasing, muk muk. Where is it? P...That's what I'm chasing, muk muk. Where is it? <BR/><BR/>P.S. that lady sounds like a spanish Serge Gainsbourg.ScaughtFivehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06996948847420675730noreply@blogger.com