Dreams
I close my eyes and I drift away
into the magic night I softly say
a silent prayer like dreamers do
then I fall asleep to dream my dreams of you
About Me
- Brian Damage
- Many years ago I was quite good at drawing, painting, scribbling, diddling and doodling, not to mention twiddling, fiddling and dribbling… in fact anything that involved sitting on a couch. Despite having a few cartoons and drawings published in my youth this was a talent I chose to neglect. Not anymore! I am currently in the middle of my second or third mid-life crisis. This seems to be age related and something to do with giving up smoking. Rather than buy a Harley Davidson and get run over I decided to get a better camera and dedicate the rest of my miserable life to wandering around like a strange person talking to myself, photographing inanimate objects and other humorous beautiful and horrendous works of Mother Nature. Some of these are pictures, some are just suggestions to be enhanced with brush, pen, pencil, and by no means least computer. Some will end up in the bin. Most will make no sense. I will add to (or reduce) this verbal drivel as and when I have some idea what the hell I am doing. This may take some time… How come everything tastes like chicken... except KFC?
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