Why do you love clocks? This is why I love clocks.

The clock goes tick. The clock goes tock. A man with a passion for clocks lives next to a man who can't stand the stand of them. With haliourious results. * indicates changing of narrative

I have as much use for Winter as I have for an ashtray on my motorbike.

If I should die; that love should live and not die with me.

While reading a newspaper article on Yugoslavian conflict, I noticed a photograph accompanying the piece. It was of an old man sitting on the back of a horse-drawn cart.

short term resident struggles to find identity in dust bowl desert and eyes up that lucky 7

Waiting on the Sun

El problema es no mas (no mass is the problem with the standard model after all)