I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

Yes. I have been a bit of a lazy writer. I thought that pomegranates had a center stone. From the looks of this appetizing photo, I may have been off a little. My fresh start will involve a revisiting of my teenage emotions, gladness, joy, and especially the feeling that all of the tomorrows would surely hold a sense of unknown greatness. Perhaps you yourself have a recipe for feeling young and carefree. I believe it helps more than some may ever realize, as far having had a good childhood. As far as any reminiscing goes, anyway. For me, it is nearly a complete form of emotion that takes over. With my youthful sense of the innocent glories that the future would hold, I was complete. Now I will order that all who come before me, engage in such a revelation of opportunity, so that they themselves are mystically reborn, unto an existence of pleasurable perpetuity.

From Book; I held a pomegranate in my hand. it’s stone containing the vital sands, so I expose them all to you, yes it’s true, my sweet baby blue, we’ll strike for a richer vein, ……………………………….(edited for brevity) a bitter brandy, nude silken hose, in shielded pride, held a scepter to the day, in holding peach stones in my grasp, a hardness takes me as I gently clasp, firm rigid thoughts of my baby blue, as I expose this all to you…………………………………………………………………………………..