There once was a time when men were brave And women had pubic hair Dirt, it was rife and people had itches And itches were cured by benevolent witches And time didn't tick
what was it in their hair that enveloped the heart, what was it that they must have doused themselves in that seared a scar on the inside of the mind, like some tribal tattoo,
he’s been with her for 4 years, having knocked her up the first night they did the deed & she had 2 kids by 2 other fathers prior to that hot & steamy moment, some time after work
don’t give a shit about baseball, don’t care about basketball, could give a fuck about football, could give a piss about the Olympics & i wouldn’t watch the Tour de France if
It was there, in front of me, not something I could ever have expected; a life changing moment indeed!
First installment of the thrilling 'a week-end with...' sieries.
Forth in the Firth As a rotten tooth Tormented in the storm: Remembrance of its tears within Soaring beyond ornithology. Walled prison silent in foam Sneering at solidarity of prisoners,
Beneath the brightness of the Stevensons’ burning, Cormorants come to light on the igneous rock. Skuas dive by nesting razorbeaks, Puffin eggs tumble from the cleft cliff.
Warning to the way of seafarers Not to tread in the style of the rocks, Wisdom shining from its headland To light the path of the righteous, The ungodly, the stained and the callous
If I had the skill the world's my lobster!