Purple Love Haze

A truth to the sound is the near shattered element of the electric in a haze. I know it is the long distance scale. It is clear to be processed, so may I learn a note to be inspired?

Its a musical experience as I am sleeping softly, I’m free. I’m glad falling in a faithful rythym.

Content I am happy to listen to the feedback of the scale.

And the wind is with him in a dark cavern. I nevertheless from leaving inspired want to be apart from that midnight lightning. A lot of electricity that I hired. And so that when the lightning has come charged in something with the art I am content. I draw a cartoon and with a grin to make it clear it was expressed. So it is written from the quiet darkness from the movie house with a drink of gin.

So although I know it is to that tune with the power of soul anyway it’s possible. And with the power of soul anything is possible. The portrait of the light was a little of a boom zoom.

I am making it clear to be drawn down by the art sent clearly. Then again though to the new rising sun I am to promise to that of a new day. Gone sleep too long, too far, along the way. I think it better wait til’ tomorrow. It’s the same show I always know. Should I stay or should I go?