I sat down with her, finally having torn myself away from the party, a generic soiree replete with noise, noise, blablabla, oh, is that right? So you're taking sociology this year? How wonderful. Yes, I think the city is beautiful in the summertime and how's your sister?
We must have been side by side there on the hill for hours, regarding the horizon. Off to my right was the almost imperceptible light from the window of Jill’s place, brief blinks where bodies moved. Party was playing itself out according to plan, I noted; now was when the food would be administered, along with perfunctory commentary on culinary aesthetic. Now was when Jill, in all her theatrical pomp and grandiosity, took centre stage, dispensing empty pleasantries as only a middle-management monkey moonlighting as a gregarious pseudo-benevolent party hostess could.
We smiled at each other then, each knowing what the other was thinking, hugging knees to chests, transistor playing Pigott ever so softly over the grass.
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Sounds Like
Marc Broussard, John Mayer, Jack Johnson, Ray LaMontagne, Gavin DeGraw
My long-awaited first encounter with the all-powerful Omni-Dimensional Mystic was at first a little disappointing. Much had been spoken of the old sage, his title excitedly bandied about by associates and contemporaries who claimed to have had privilege of visitation. 'Twas a privilege not liberally granted; only the worthy were to be honoured thusly, so went the tale. Worth was proven only through a pure faith in the herbal, fungal and chemical; a sense of purpose and direction; an unhindered, undeterred consumption of said elements without fault or question: such was the task before me. So staunch was I in my adherence to the alleged Code of Conduct that each dose was measured with the finest tradesman's tools; steady hands employed in the administration of every gram.
And what had I to hear from the Wise One? What interplanetary truths had He to impart, cross-legged at some mountainous peak, robed and bearded and ever so divine?
Nothing I hadn't already learned from Oliver Pigott.
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I just wanted to thank you again for your work on my song Save Me...i've posted it on my page and will happily send you a copy if ya want. I love working with you and the results are something I'm extremely proud of...Alan and I thank you for your collaboration and hope to see you again down the road... Peace
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