America Blimp Goodyear Vintage N3A Houston 1985, A Sound of My Meniere's

Kin,

I have written about this the two or three times I heard the blimp parked straight above and over The House of Seven Window's, our Sanctuary. If memory serves me well, I checked one-motherfucken-time. Them other two or three I did not trouble looking out of doors.

Oh God, yes! I almost forgot. I have a very dear friend ask me one time, "Do you really hear that sound?". Well, we had a heart-to-heart and by the time we disconnected the telephone, my dear Kindred One, knew and understood. This bleeding sucks!

My dearest guests, please listen only to the motor's or engines that create functionality. That horribly load "varoooooooommmmmmmmmm". Listen. And know that I have listened to this noise once for four hours. Loud-so-loud! Laying on my bed looking up at my ceiling and repeating to myself, there's no place like home. There's no place like home. And cried.

For those who are about to listen, please fluctuate the volume up loud and lower then raise again. Loudly dammit too!

I feel a form of indebtedness to Sir Dude, for providing me the idea of attaching the sounds and noises that go on between my ear's, so that others know what I speak of. Absolutely fantastic! Thank you so much Sir Dude!