Windy chimneys and fools like me
Making Good Use Of My Own Incompetence The wind gusts howled,baritone deep from bass then around and around in soprano sound, smoky spooky hollow melody of different notes echoing their haunting whistling solo similar to tenor trombone gushing tunes blowing through thee old redbrick chimneystack Staring glowing with wide opened mouth upon what was now my smoldering thick slice, of whole mill brown bread buttered in dripping fingers, that held an old ion poker instead I know, I thought, I should... Sign in to see full entry.