A Note from Betty Crocker

Deep down in my soul

I find shapes, unbelievable shapes

Twirling with great madness, new things come to those who wait

Maybe things will be good this time

Maybe life has thrown a bone to the dog called my soul

I am just one soul among millions who share …

And so it goes...

Conscience crazy Memories
From today back to the Womb
Carry me from instance to Instance
Always looking like bad leftover Meatloaf
The dreams of Tomorrow
Somehow seem to get Lost
Along this river so Narrow
Filling a somehow never-ending Void
Of heartache and …