different tunes for different moods,.(got ta'thinking)

print, pass & distribute this quality-approved list of night time Sunday sensational sounds straight from the heart of insidious dream scopes -

Ladies & Gentleman, (when to hide away) like: the loneliest violin in all the land! - (ahh, doesn't that just breath eternal sadness, but hope?)

a sad, dopey trip down laudanum ln. or,.......crass shantytown - (be sure to have your part memorized)

-but are you thinking in terms of music or literature? a quandary:

do the writers you like study (the) poets? the beats? the mishaps? the thinkers?

or

are they simply the luckiest dreamers? (night-time moon sensation - dark fields of grape veins, I awoke naked, etc., etc., it's all inclusive)

in other words,..are they quick to the pen?

but back to this lonely violin - & I suppose it's meaningful ambition. try to determine a function, where to end, destination. what can trump that collision of aspiration & conclusion? drift, drift, drift & then BANG!....
proposal,..

acceptance
(ulterior motive?)

then

mecca.
on a cloud or on a Mtn. the act of fulfillment - in your chest, to suck in air & to some of you: I can see your ship from here, your savagery, your villainy, your virulent depiction - you're like the accompanying piano to my lonely violin - sly like fox abilities - in your perception - sneaky bugger up on a friend who's vulnerable to alone - solo artist to the heavens - & the single memory of it's existence is to just spell one sad, long, dopey run of notes - combined together to reach attainable ears of harmless listeners -

(& my advantageous light when you can't see my eyes - leverage)
to suppose sabotage in the end,..

to shed light - to see things in a different light - try this acute angle - & when you hoist your sails & hear that violin & i can plain as day see your mast blowing in the wind & then we'll both know that you've spotted your viewable purpose on the sea.