Spoiled rotten with too many letters in the tool box...

Reading the thoughts and patters of author Brian Andreas is like sticking your nose inside an adult comic book and quickly pulling it back before your big bully brother or sister slam its tiny hairs within its pages. Although he floods his pages with ink sketches of moods quickly passing, it’s the magic between the oblong circles with wagon wheel type lines running through them that nabs the darkest corners of the worlds we tend to shove aside.

He writes, “You can’t say just any old thing to the wind. Only the deepest secrets will do and you must not use the letter I.”

Gulp!

Well…that ends today’s word dump. Me not use “#”

Ha! These footsteps belong to a Cancer, the moody group of Astro symbols, demandful…it’s not a word but to pen out demand#ng would call for the letter “#”

To release secrets to the breeze seems so easy. But would the journey be the telephone game? By the clock the secret returns the story’s bent and curved.

Once stood on the edge of South Beach and thought, “All souls end up here before the huge leap to wherever.”

Can a secret stay back? Are they left to grow beneath another set of ears? These boots were made to strut but how many decades pass before the transportation becomes too much?

Try and create a word voyage w#thout the use of the letter “#”

A tree once spoke to me…speak softly the sound did fall from these lungs; a secret wasn’t to be had but a sneaky snake snuck onto the scene carefully to eavesdrop, to not pout about a word softly shared only that after fifty years he, the snake and me would watch as he would be allowed to rest on the clay not always so warm near the dawn of a new day.

Why not try the game for yourself? Take out the letter “#” and challenge the fun bugger of a punk deep in the channels and have fun today.

Pen a story about the creases found on the palm of your left hand. Do they match the story brought to the surface of truth? Challenge the author you are. Make up a new path to follow. Take out the letter “#” and watch yourself grow new flowers.

I will always believe in you first…

arroecollins@clearchannel.com