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BarbraG
Windchimer

1825 Posts

Posted - 01/23/2015 :  21:38:18  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Susie or Joe or "anyone" who knew him well.
Was there ever anyone that Mickey dreamed about singing with .. To just pull up a chair and "sing along with him" ..

BarbraG
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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1820 Posts

Posted - 01/24/2015 :  09:36:53  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Mickey loved the singing of Roy Orbison and Eva Cassidy. But if I were to guess about Mick "dreaming" of singing with another artist, my money would be on Stephen Foster.

Hey, Ro. Love you too.

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Joey L.
Swinger

USA
1383 Posts

Posted - 01/26/2015 :  11:59:13  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I would agree with Joe.
Mickey saw no difference in time or place, the world was inter-changeable.

"A song a heart can come home to."

All because ...

Inquiring minds knead da dough, y'know! cuz ... 'the Future's Not' ...
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San Diego
Swinger

515 Posts

Posted - 01/26/2015 :  19:43:58  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Mickey saw no difference in time or place, the world was inter-changeable."
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts

Posted - 01/31/2015 :  06:03:59  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by San Diego

"Mickey saw no difference in time or place, the world was inter-changeable."



A shared commonality. Now is then, then is now. Not much different than Vonnegut's "Slaughterhouse Five". Memory is the deciding factor.

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San Diego
Swinger

515 Posts

Posted - 01/31/2015 :  08:38:23  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...one world away from way back then when..." -MSN

Mornin', Craig. What's cookin'?

Out into the bumper-to-bumper.
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3794 Posts

Posted - 02/14/2015 :  05:19:48  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
quote:
Originally posted by San Diego

"...one world away from way back then when..." -MSN

Mornin', Craig. What's cookin'?

Out into the bumper-to-bumper.



"Be careful who you tell your secrets to."
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San Diego
Swinger

515 Posts

Posted - 02/14/2015 :  19:29:01  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"...and no sunglasses after midnight..."
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San Diego
Swinger

515 Posts

Posted - 02/21/2015 :  18:28:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Thank you, Joe. For keeping the candle lit.
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San Diego
Swinger

515 Posts

Posted - 02/21/2015 :  18:42:04  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A valentines day wedding on the beach. Congratulations Robber and Garret. Live in love.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 02/25/2015 :  19:45:00  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Stories from the porous border. On the tiny Juliette balcony he pauses with his brush mid-air. Steps away from the canvas and the blue harbor fading in sunlight. Not all at once but in patches. God's Eyes and Guadalupe Virgins. Nodding in Mercado windows when a
trio of Mariachis stroll by. There's his half-mast eyes and lit cigarette. His granite-heavy hair. His gaze so grave. Her smile so free and brazen. Palm trees exploding above the Boulevard's neon pop and sizzle. A crowd of wings on the wire waiting for the light to turn green.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 02/25/2015 :  19:52:06  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There's a sea scent that drifts through these rooms in the evening. A fragrant wind solo. A perfume the pillows hold onto. And the star-bright sheets they sleep on. Further down the coast the water slides out and slides in.
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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1820 Posts

Posted - 02/26/2015 :  12:48:37  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
This life comes with a death sentence. Only one way out of it...
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San Diego
Swinger

515 Posts

Posted - 02/26/2015 :  16:25:02  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
No worries, Joe.

"You can't kill a Christian." MSN

Love you, Ro.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 02/26/2015 :  16:28:30  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
He wakes up with the sheets on fire. Adam. So reliably alive. Feeding the script through the shredder. Page by coffee-stained page.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 02/26/2015 :  16:30:47  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There's the photograph where his eyes follow her around the room in another city with a landmark bridge and a luminous fog to step into. Another Embarcadero.
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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1820 Posts

Posted - 02/26/2015 :  16:35:02  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Right-O, Ro! That is the only way out of it.
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 03/03/2015 :  19:29:21  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
A season of Sunday weather. White adobe and blue dazzled walls. An open double Dutch door. A freshly painted aquamarine glider where they sit in the evenings overlooking the valley's misty irrigation. Shoulders touching in the starry dark. The friction of their answering hands.
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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1820 Posts

Posted - 03/07/2015 :  11:52:31  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"What a glorious gift of God music is... It drives away the devil and makes people happy."

Martin Luther
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Ailinn
Windchimer

2249 Posts

Posted - 03/13/2015 :  18:37:41  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Scissors, slices, shadows. The tree-propped sky appearing over the haunted San Jacinto's. You turn onto the blue gravel road. Pine blur of trees where the sun never falls all the way to the needled ground. How quiet our footsteps. How safe we are there. "...between two worlds..."
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