In Music, Photography, Writing


The plaster fell from the wall.

The mic stand hadn’t seen a mic in a dozen months or more.

The decorator had died before starting the job.

The tape was giving up the ghost.

The thumb tack wondered what the hell it was doing there.

The trumpet player  just stared at me and never played a note.

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