Stoneheart be still my love - my life the shadow nears (its lightning arsenal firing) why does it hunt you why does it cry as though its lucent sorrow could fall into your dusky arms the way I do one tender moment of each day sand bound to stone why does the scarred face of this crumbling low not unnerve ...
I have a long standing dislike or refusal to have my picture taken, though I don't pretend like I have any particular good reason for this. I am not some sort of over paranoid person, and well all know I don't suffer from any form of vanity, so I haven't the least bit anxiety of my appearance in photographs, it is really just a whole misanthropic recluse thing, and I am just too much of a bad *** to appear in family photos. So the unspoken understanding is, if someone is going ...
My mind is a dusty place. If I invite you in, you might sneeze. There are a lot of books and papers lying around. Some of them are old. Some of them, I've written in. Some have waterstains in them. But somehow, they're all in my head. Just a bit dusty, that's all.
Misty moon willow through weeping lonely branches why are you so sad?
For obvious reasons, I’m not taking comments on this. He did nothing actually to have earned it. That’s apparent to the world, but perhaps in the end it was a good thing he got it, just so I can applaud the speech he gave. This was a good speech and one in which I support all of his thrusts. I want to highlight a few issues he brought up. I’ll quote and then respond. These questions are not new. War, in one form or another, appeared with the first man. At the dawn ...
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