The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts. Bertrand Russell

I’d seen him at this stop a thousand times, and that’s probably not even an exaggeration.

It was an average day when the men of the bay, Boarded their boats to set sail, But the harbour mouth where the boats sailed out, Was blocked by a sleeping blue whale.

I hope your last nights were lonely and remorse tortured your selfish soul. I hope you wept as you thought of the scars that run down my arms. I hope your dying thought was of the burns

Lust is a women in a scarlet dress.

I locked my time capsule, filling it with a lungful of 21st century air and a smattering of useless trinkets. You wouldn’t think it, but I’ve been trapped between decades,

A very strange dream I had, when taken with a fever.

OK, so I’m drinking too much, and smoking way too many cigarettes