“Times are far between, and few I bet, when we can look upon our lives without regret.
“Tension makes a tangle of each thought becomes an inconvenient sound as it never penetrates, as servile edges beak and feint.”Read more
“Don’t go back to Rockville and waste another year.”Read more
“Everyday is like Sunday. Everyday is silent and grey.”Read more
“Gone the way of flesh, turned pale and died, by your god’s decree, for He hated me.”Read more
“With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my voice as if I might cry.”Read more