Time Flies~

Jasper fiddle along the zephir and torrent. Lobster claws and fish bones mingle. Decades and still so little. Collect the rubble, and find his hidden treasure. If you dare. Animals and miles of lonesome tracks. where does it all lead? Perhaps God knows. Lest a fool jump the cliff.... Carnal remedy sticks to my flesh. Yet, fun was never truly had. Oh joy, how elusive. Where do you sit your head, as the nights grow old?