… The end of a long Wyoming workday in June seemed about like always, high thin clouds laughed at the thought of rain as a hot sun beat on my dads trailer house. Looking at the big cottonwoods over the old trailer, I walked into the welcome shade they…

… gets a running start And leaps off For three seconds he is free He climbs back up and goes again Birds chirp and Flowers sing. And the trees dance with the wind. The dirt walks down the path, And finds some grass to grasp. Mosquitoes sleep in their…

… Shall I be with her? Shall she be with me? Her hair is blonde like the morning sun And her curves are greater than an artist's finest painting. She has the soul of a child and the mind of a Wiseman. She has been through much As have I. We have…

… me, I waited as the cable cars from the parking area over a thousand feet below me came to a stop. We do not allow anyting up here that creates pollution, our cars are run on solar energy up here. Comfortable and green, the cars were probably the first…

… few moments in quiet reflection, I stood. Having already lost a few guests as they harvested their plant, I spoke to the others. They looked typical for this stage. Most were incredibly stoned, running an eye over the small silvered containers of weed…

… happens every day up here. Seems you never get tired of it. Another strange benefit, money ceases to be real important when you are happy with your work. I am very happy. I guess I was born to raise pot. Don't misunderstand me, I do not mean that…

… in all skies, wave? The Red Stripe, the blood of those lost The White Stripe, what peace will cost The Stars, the shock of when we've been had Oh ole' Betsy did you know it would get this bad? The needle and thread Sewn in it were the dreams…

… would go Was it not hours before We laughed and played at life's open door? How quickly things do change Pretty soon my life would be rearranged The loss of you Would've been a partial loss of me Because we worked hand in hand One always…

… spring. You've got that something That makes my heart want to sing. You've got that something That makes me want to crawl. You've got that something That changes summer into fall. You've got that something That changes night into day. You've…

… phoenix from the molten spray of demensions the waking life a forgotten snapshot burning in an anthology of lies You can't guide me down to earth my strings have floated away in the blue sweet detachment brings me to mindlessness as the universe…