Those who meet must part,
so they treasured every meeting,
because passionate love is short,
and happiness fleeting.
The war of attrition ends
with nothing left on either side.
nostalgia turns a bitter heart to stone,
whenever they look behind… Continue reading South End Stew: Tears→
For me this life is not a game, it can be dangerous, it can be special, and it can be absolutely wonderful; but it is a collision course controlled it seems by the
evil powers that be in total control, a token I think
to want to destroy people like me, my family, and society as a whole. Continue reading Sunday Stew: Folks of Great Fortune→