whose is it?

among my souvenirs...

sleep well, sleep deep, sleep well, for now your time is yours, enjoy the early morning mist, soak in the long summer evening, taste all on the menu, suck every life experience dry,

I know that people always muddle up the inside and the outside, looks with character, and go about judging books by their covers but it isn’t fair on my sisters who aren’t at all ugly or unkind.

i feel a darkness growing inside me, what started off as something way over the boundries of my moral playing field has invaded the field of my mind and heart, i cannot fight its

an angel she fell from high up above, when she burned her wings tersely collecting some love, from the stars it seems that she flew far too near, she fell... i saw...she was hurt i did fear,

Inventor I was thinking of things I could invent Something for people to use I came up with a thing called shatnav Helping drivers to find nearest loos I developed a robot doll called lazy