not quite AA, but only 12 steps to the bar the afternoon drinkers, wear no wedding rings; these, are the lost men, who failed to persuade, anyone, to...
viper the remembrance of your poison, still angers my blood. what you think you can excuse, with a smile, and a hug, makes me want to vomit my lungs...
life is beautiful: spider shadows moving long-legged slow over the ceiling, a lover’s hand reaching for your own as you fall asleep, a new Neil Young...