The Last of All

I've just had one of them thoughts that might not be proper to jot down.I was pondering on the matter of intimacy, you see, it's been quite a spell since I've partaken in such affairs. And it occurred to me, should the occasion arise once more, would I approach it as though it were my … Continue reading The Last of All →

Whims of Existence

Does it dance among the walls and corridors, making a symphony of sounds?Is it the old chap in the boulevard asking for some food?Ah, the madman, sharing his thoughts on life's quirks, like shouting at the wind.Does it maybe provoke strong objections from the lips of young ones who struggle with the truth?Or could it … Continue reading Whims of Existence →