NOTE: I’m haunted by hollow tones, breathy flute notes. Jammin’ guitar is more my style. But being haunted by quenas is different, because of the evening redness in the west.
Heineken Jammin Festival from MoukaDesign
From the Oneword ‘Overjoyed’:
Jaime had overjoyed it and she knew it. Tomorrow would be hell: headsplitting laughter, loss of good sense, elating ad nauseum… Best thing was just to not start joying in the first place, but it’s not that easy… She just hoped she wouldn’t barf. Because there was no stopping her now, she was too far gone jammin’ to the woo-ha-ditty and cha-cha slidin’ with the soulja boys.
August 28th, 2010 at 1:01 pm
The pink oboe plays in the hallway of your mind.
August 29th, 2010 at 5:08 pm
And deviltry plays on the concrete floor of your cobwebless basement : D
August 28th, 2010 at 6:24 pm
lol I have no idea what Jaime was doing but it was very pleasant to the ears, the mind’s ears. Funny, there’s a lot of talk about mind’s eye but never mind’s ear…
August 29th, 2010 at 5:09 pm
Well, see, that’s the thing, she was just plain joying, which for her seems like it may have been dancing, but for you and me and others, it’s whatever’s our drug. Mine is JD and writing plesantries to the ears ; )
September 11th, 2010 at 12:25 pm
Plenty of woo-ha-ditty at the Homecoming Dance last night. I ain’t a chaperone likes to stand on the sidelines. Love the overjoy of this one; Lady Green reading some Cormac these days? Awesome holocaust of a novel, but not much woo-ha, least not the right kind.