I Am Sully

Not normally where I record, but sometimes a song dictates the terms.

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The Rabbit has been busy, another level, another song, but this link won’t get you there—there’s only one way down the rabbit hole.

I am Sully and I have ISRC #s.

Not a statue.

It’s like a maze, she said. 

I have just begun to maze, I replied. 

O’Sullivan Theatre. Grandma and Grandpa. Music in my genes.

Friday the 13th. I should buy a lottery ticket. Music video nearly done for “Play For You,” but I need to grab a couple make up shots.

Saw a rabbit in the alley. Heard some noise in the alley. But I am an unreliable narrator. 

I have more visitors from China than Oregon (where my people dwell), but it is football and hunting season, so I sort of understand.

Down the rabbit hole almost always leads to insomnia. You’ve been warned. But for those of us inclined to jump down rabbit holes, what good are warnings?