Sure is quiet.
I hear crickets, I saw a tumbleweed go rolling by, and there is a book of cliches on the floor.
Quiet indeed.
Quiet indeed.
Welcome to our living room. You'll find it takes a certain "bonkers" way of thinking about things to hang out here. No one will ever ask you to leave, but you might feel uncomfortable being here if "our tribe don't dig your vibe." The emphasis is on creativity, spontaneity, and improvisation. Most of us know each other here. Many of us are related. We use aliases just for the hell of it.
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Wumbletweed.
I hear a harmonica.
Click on the cricket cliché
and watch the bookweed tumble by.
Wumbletweed cricky-legged floor clichés
in quietly whispered harmonica hearsay.
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