Living with William J Cedzich, my father, was like living in a house with a human bulldozer, whose fingers could play those moving minor key Slavic dirges on a Steinway grand piano that could make you weep.
Evangelists hail from the order of the Tongue,.they have trained their Tongue's to do amazing feats from getting you to believe you're a terribly wrong sick individual as they reach into your pockets and abscond with your coinage..
You know the special one you picture in your mind who you know so well, so intimately on so many levels, that when they do something or say something so provocatively innocent your immediately drenched in rivers of tenderness flooding through and over you wave after wave?
Something happened last night that happens a ton now and I have been meaning to say something about it. It’s gonna seem like a rant(which it sort of is) but it is more a stern reminder to all you writers and artists that are trying to understand all this.