It seemed to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness.

It seemed to me that this world has a serious shortage of both logic and kindness.

Music brings a warm glow to my vision, thawing mind and muscle from their endless wintering.

You like to write. It's the single most important quality for someone who wants to be a writer. But not in itself enough.

That's good. I was worried. Of course, I do have a few things wrong with me, but those are strictly problems I keep inside. I'd hate to think they were obvious to anybody else. Especially at the swimming pool in the summer.

I would never see her again, except in memory. She was here, and now she's gone. There is no middle ground. Probably is a word that you may find south of the border. But never, ever west of the sun.

If I'm going to merely ramble, maybe I should just snuggle under the warm covers, think of Miu, and play with myself.