Here is a little ditty about a canine and a man, taking a walk around the neighborhood is the plan. Welcome you as we walk along and somehow you’ll hum this walking song.
Open Mic and Improv reading. Horizon Spring 1971. The Scoundrel Who Invented Credit. WOW! What an ass.
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So music, yeah. What type? ALL. What is music to us all but the rhythm. The rhythm that for some is life. It stems, no shoots, no grows with vine like vigor from the mind and borders on creativity and insanity. It is AS necessary the thoughts of your name, how you breathe, and with the absence can warpp the greatest mind, or set a child free. Sing to me Music – SING.
Read moreThe play is beginning the house lights have dimmed, the ussssherrrs warrant a little tip for escorting you to your seat. Have a dream, work hard, and the play begins – you never have to act upon their stage.We build our own upon the rage and standing taller than ever before…we open up the giants door…
Read moreHere is an episode of a morning out of mind and body, transported into the fascination of observation. You can’t understand unless there time where you have now where to go. You can’t know until you understand strength from God can be found in largest things to tiniest of things, God create humor as much as God created despair and suffering. The experience of souls, what a horrible concept, Father.
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#0019 CLEM’S CASTAWAY’S OPEN MIC AND IMPROV – MUSICAL SCORES ON CHALKBOARD. #OpenMic #Comedy #DarkBlue #Improv
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