Pale number one! Iron shore done!
The influence on our culture was pretty heavy. Making sure that what they claimed was iron in the sand was at least magnetic, I could at least chuckle about those who referred to 'oil slicks.'
But I suppose the laugh was reflected back on me when I looked at green trees and said they looked sick.
I'm not sure if my unhappiness with an electric piano was conveyed back to the designers: that's the kind of thing I prefer not to think about, but I come bolting into the thought simply in order to tackle another problem with less haste, and now I need to take stock of my life.
And a valley attaches itself to that.
That being a thing that will live with me, do what I will, you hold onto this while I try to remember how to get myself out of a daze.