Sunday night

on
Bastard wasteland. So tempting to succumb to its indigo pull. Bastard wasteland of a night.

Comments

Shelley said…
You will. Sooner or later you will. Might even be fun.
03/02/2008, 21:59
DS said…
What might fun about succumbing to an indigo pull? I am just wondering.
03/02/2008, 23:57
DS said…
I'll try again. What might be fun about succumbing to an indigo pull?
04/02/2008, 00:01
Shelley said…
Isn't the indigo pull the night, the city, the life outside the door? I assume to much, probably.

Most things can be fun sometimes.
04/02/2008, 00:09
Shelley said…
Or if not fun then exciting, interesting, different. Something. Oh, who knows, I am drunk anyway.
04/02/2008, 00:11
DS said…
Oh, I was thinking blue as in blues and then I was thinking indigo because of that old tune, mood indigo.
04/02/2008, 01:07
Anonymous said…
If I go out into the night usually at some point I must indigo.

Rups xo
04/02/2008, 20:32
Tara Tartly said…
dale, i am just curious...how do you, on an indigo blues sunday night, pull it together enough to write words of such beauty and perspective and knowingness? really. all i can come up w/ on those nights is incoherent blubbering...interrupted only by a few utterly predictable curse words.
06/02/2008, 16:06
DS said…
Sometimes there are only words.
06/02/2008, 23:45
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