PREFACE

What be this thing called creativity that muse fromst the zone who writes but be no me that muse that uses I to write its songs thru the mind of I to channel thru I I a mere tool for its creativity doth it use I like some thing that it purpose serves to express it to have its say be I just its tool for it to write thru ast Sit here I in twilight twixt day and night sipping purple wine sweetened with honey of the heptakometes smelling of Rhododendrons
Looking at for inspiration “Pictures of the floating world”