Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies.
Love drips & gathers, but the fallen blood Shall calm her sores..." -Thomas, The Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.
I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.
I have just had eighteen whiskeys in a row. I do believe that is a record.
[I'm]a freak user of words, not a poet.
Youth calls to age across the tired years: 'What have you found,' he cries, 'what have you sought?" 'What have you found,' age answers through his tears, 'What have you sought.