Jazz - in progress -PrologueJazz - in progress -
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"Prof. Maestro "Doogy" VonOlmstead"
That's what the sign on the large blue double doors read. The windows were dark - the lights inside must have been turned off - but faint music still peirced through. It was fast, and jazzy. Jake stood outside the door, listening; trying to tell if he could hear voices, or if they were a figmant of his own mind. He dared not enter - lord knows! He was too embaressed - or perhaps to geeked - to go through the doors and into the Instrumental Music room. For short, the band room. Even more short, Nerdsville. He had been to the assembly aftersc
Through the MirrorThrough the Mirror I can see Something there that isn't me. I wish I may with all my might, That God would rip away this fright. Or make me blind, or deaf or all in between,Through the Mirror
And save me from this fear unseen.
There. A landscape dark and cold, In a world, to us; infinatly old. A place where monsters gather, fester and prey I pray them not to feast on me today.
I wonder what new power my life will bring, Through all my pain and suffering. I feel them slowly drawing from me, All my last threads of sanity.
So sudden, Jesus ha
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