"15 Cent Wash"
Tumble weeds scattered when the 15 Cent Wash came in-on the scene. It was the late 1960s. This was a time for new revolution. It may have been forgotten ... but only submerged behind the mind. New services were provided, and the people forgot; into bliss - The clothes were clean and dry.
"Street Walkin"
Saturday nights is the Street Walkin time for all of those that know. Feeling the sway of yourself in motion can bring you there where you want to go. Things blur by and pass after instances of thought. Can't be going anywhere, if you're going nowhere. Keep on toe treading .. It's what we're meant to do.
"Witch House"
They bought the overgrown brick house on Dirt St. Nothing seem overly odd about the place except for the roof shingles. They had an organic ordering that could only be linked to witchcraft. The roof never leaked on the Witch House - it was as if the shingles were constantly growing into perfect protection from the rain. Needless to say maintenance was not required.
"Bikini Lines"
Her eyes and mine align and lock, crossing venice streets. She was trying not to say anything with her body - but her hair gave her away.. The tattered girl was from the edge and living dangerously. She had a piece of everyone's history and she flaunted it.
Here eyes were well trained, with a drawn on un-forgivenness that I knew I could melt.
"Venice White House"
She lived at the end of the street, on the corner - though no one had seen her in decades. The unkempt shabbery house of hers had become more of a part of her decrepit condition, than anything else. The kids didn't dare put any rocks through her windows. Stories of the one kid that did haunted through their minds enough to sway their hands from stones. Dark paned windows hung on the Venice White House ... darkened enough to see out but never in.
Enjoy。
-Brendan Arthur Ring
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