Random scribblings -- poems, song lyrics, novel excerpts, maybe a short story a time or two, possibly even a drawing once in a while, an occasional rant -- from the last 25 years or so, with no claim made for their merit or value, simply a demonstration of their existence.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
It's not so much that there must be more than this
As it is that what there is, is enough
You might have to die a lot of times to know