Supposedly, played saxophone with Dizzy. He did sell tickets to the moon from the OB pier and painted psychedelic mandalas so deep, you really could see god’s eye. After he went blind, told me he could see my luminousness better.
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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There's always the third eye...
And his was well developed! :^)
Lol ... love it.
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