Red Soils
The Life and Times of Richard Carson
This is a real story. It is a reflection in the mirror of my life. And as the author, I can bend reality and time to my desire. All writers and all humans do this to rationalize their existence. This started out as a fictional story about a murder in the city of Oregon City.
I am always the writer and the narrator of the story. I should have never learned to read the Internet code or to play the IRC role games.
There are a few who define my life. And they are are dead and the living. And I value the the living more than the dead only because I am alive and can talk to them. You know who you are. Time will tell if we will all meet again in the afterlife. At some point, this stopped being a fiction and it became a real story of a real man. I have left behind the dedication.
Favored son
Turn in the garden
Shades of one
Sins forgotten
Favored signs to find hope
In the rounds of life
Favored rhymes to find hope
In the sands of life
Favored son
Fence in your heart
Saviored son
Sins forgotten
The Dead Can Dance
