On a day off held amongst the hills, monasteries and localities,
We do the way back allegro diesel turbo, clouds dark and luminary.
We step, car-pet,
Blue and turquoise.
Coconut rum and Midori; we drink.
Intoxicantry.
We sing.
Bout Angelina.
We wundry where’s the money,
Domani.
How bout now or then.
Hello-hello Jen
From New Zealand.
About ABSTRACT KING
I'm originally from a small town in Central Texas, Lampasas. In the early stages writing was often spurred by some emotional event. What is currently on the Abstract King website is "the tip of the iceberg" so to speak. A pile of indecipherable hand written journals, thousands of photos, and hundreds of hours of video have sat collecting dust in storage over the years. Wondering about the effects fire, flood, or death would have on this massive amount of "me", drove me to create something more permanent. So, I began digitizing all the written words, editing, and sharing pieces with friends. The site is an extension of the positive feedback and intrinsic value I have received since. For the sake of creation, I put it out there for you. If you have an emotional response along the paths in my kingdom, then that's a bonus!
