
scared to be alone.
Back in the dark times, there was never anything better than being left to my own devices. The anticipation of Continue reading
Back in the dark times, there was never anything better than being left to my own devices. The anticipation of Continue reading
My brain is trying to kill me. That’s what my stinking-thinking’s all about. I mean, to drink is to die, Continue reading
Let’s rewind the clocks to not so long ago. My skull is a crock pot. My brain is a rump Continue reading