There was a man that looked like he dined on French cusine. Perhaps he read some novels on French revolution yet found himself in the early American 1900s indefinitely. He listens to Spanish guitar because it eases his mind wears black with slick nicely combed hair and spends relaxing afternoons in olive colored shirts with soft fabric. Bounces around between decades because deep down soul searchers look for a common companion... everything in his apt has an exotic look when it comes to the kitchen. He sits alone in a theatre and always wonders the same thing when sees a lady that can never have a minute alone to herself and her thoughts.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Aug 2013 20:51:16 +0000