Your Guess Is Best!

What best way to describe the feeling of being torn-up like a plastic doll. Pure torn and fragmented insomniac stream of consciousness data in “autopilot” mode. Lyrics Laura Torrespico, music by Danney Lee Hill.

A political spoken word in collaboration with son Mario A. Sardinas.

A spoken word of a frantic heart remembering the day of the dead.

Jacob Lowe from Radio One Interviews Laura Torrespico regarding her book "Who Are The Sane?" which can be viewd at www.lulu.com/torrespico

My not so favorable opinoin about a pill-additcted America.

A non-conformist spoken word about what society dictates one should do, and what one should not be doing.

A spoken word about chronic drunks that are ridiculously in denial and hurt the people they love.

Life takes a turn into a stormy turbulent world where apparently
phantoms stalk the earth and wicked people execute “evil” litanies.
People of power are summoned to do our bidding as ephemeral
shadows cast out into a world of deep intimate blackness.
One feels incarcerated by the flicker and radiance of this haunting illusion. However the charm weighs one down as if one had bricks attached to one's feet ready be thrown into a river.
You hear the faint sounds of lousy Rock tunes as you listen closer they are nothing more than mere fetal screams. Euphoria is sitting there, smiling waiting to be borrowed, but you don’t know what version it is…so you don’t go there.
Some people are crass and vulgar…they need to get slapped. No, pardon--they will get slapped.

Just the way it is (lol).

Is Rupert really there or is he dead?