11-03-2014, 09:26 PM
Ever since I was 10 and had a real bad earache and had my dream, that was the day I realized that death was not the end. Picture a zillion people talking and in the middle a hole that sucked the sound into a coherent sentence that said "You are one" as I left my body and listened into my parents conversation from the third floor of my house to the pool where my brothers and sister was raising hell. They were arguing about the electric bill as they sat drinking cold beer from the big jelly jars that welshes put out that year. It wasn't until a few days later when at the dinner table I told my parents what they were talking about and they both got spooked and yelled at me for listening. I never left my bed that day and can still remember the sound of a zillion voices.
Can anyone see my tank guy?
Can anyone see my tank guy?
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.