Monday, November 21, 2011

Hunter hunted

I wont attempt to fill Hunter's shoes. Not that I don't think they would fit or nothing. Only that my writing has been un-inspired at best lately. try as I may to keep bloggin. prose. Kerouac style. it is my name that has been wore out, spit on, forsaken and left for dead.

I am the mellow muffin man. I am the better of the last. I am the trees, sky wind and asphalt.

Iam