Whistling Whistle-Master

Thank you, Sugar-Sugar. You’re my only friend, Sugar-Sugar. Propose a toast for the narrow path ahead. Pulse, pulse. A heart. A misunderstood, limp, set of words. “What do you mean?” You’re loony, you’re gloomy, and the edge takes YOU to a place your MIND, never mind…..

has never been…

A little brown spot occupied the counter, Sugar-Salt. Out of place – a picture without a face. Salt. To and fro you go, Sugar-Sugar. We’ve made it.

~That Dude Eddie~

Please don’t forget to share this. :)

Love and Peace.


5 comments on “Whistling Whistle-Master

  1. Nice flow

  2. your pumping your sugar muse. that is good. it’s battling with the other one. keeping pumping it eddie. nice flow here.

  3. I really like your energy, I want to know what is happening in your mind.

  4. Hi, just wanted to thank you for the “like,” it makes my day when someone else likes my stuff. BTW, love the look of your blog. Cheers. 🙂

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