On your quest ,
to journey of life...
how open can your mind be?
when words are suspect to spin...
“He divided
all his property into...
..of man's lost war, I sail my boat,
to live and keep my hopes afloat...
why does my bladder
urge me to relieve myself...
- How far should I go before I arrive?
- All the way...
In nine short months I hope to enter
the eighth decade of my life, with...
She was crying
like I could never stop her...
I can but dream, a place to flee
somewhere for once, I can be free...
Men sent back to Mars
women vamoose to Venus...
My ink runs slow, my mind subdued
So many words, are misconstrued...
Do we ever really die
Or is this just a fabled lie...