Revelations of my lost longing...

Wearing cream is just another way of saying "I can't live to the next dawn."

Never realize your dreams or your nightmares will come true.

In desperation we all find the rats gnawing at our homestrings.

If home is where the heart is, Vlad and I will be stopping in for dinner.

I've never heard an angel sing.

And now, for a poem...

Of all the love I've read of
In books
It is only the most impressive of which
I cannot describe
Pale, white, fading
The only difference between the three
Is the lack of a holy
Trinity
Never
Again
Never
Again
Never

again


...never...