I see your face everyday You glance across then look the other way I struggle to hold in my actions and words As everyday my heart crumbles and burns

America in the 22nd century. Jasper is distracted from watching his favourite band by some young women who attempt to seduce him.

Perhaps I can make it I think with despair Just perhaps I can do it If I try hard enough But no matter how hard I try Why are all things still the same?

a nostalgic tale of 1970s Scottish football with a pasta sauce

When my PC had a nervous breakdown, its electrical cocktail of gin and DGs took with it – and from me – c:\my docs\my life\my soul\my pics\my gallery.

If love was a flower , I would place it on your heart . Then I would watch it grow .