Books are the bee's knee's.
There was a metallic clink as the letterbox snapped shut. The dog had failed to hear it this time, testament either to the mastiff's progressing deafness, or the postman's tentative stealth.
Immediately. .... To flick open the paper at the sports pages and update himself on the latest in the cricketing world. Mary-Jane had too grown up in a typically English nest.
Skipped a snippet, but the saga continues: The wind gushed in as he opened the door, briefly exposing the cosy red-carpeted hallway to the unwelcome elements outside.
So I'm sitting on a train waiting for it to pull out of the station when I thought.. You could be sitting across from me.
Jack Loathed him. This wasn't because he was himself an old man, and neither did he have a generally negative impression of people.
There was a metallic clink as the letterbox snapped shut. The dog had failed to hear it this time, testament either to the mastiff's progressing deafness, or the postman's tentative stealth.
It was a cold and dark December. From the rooftops I remember, there was snow. White snow. .I was just playing in the cold. I was off the beaten track. I was... Falling. And then.
You pretend to not pretend, but then You're just pretending,. You try not to try too hard, but your backs' the thing that's bending,.
It was a cold, icy day. The ground was frozen and breath formed a rising mist.
Warning - this is more of a public diary entry than a blog. So I haven't written for a while, at I'm at a loss to know where to begin to be honest.
A dead man walked the street. I'd seen him for myself, straggling along the pavement in the near-darkness, his long wet hair unkempt, sticking to his wrinkled skin, his clothes torn.
'Perspective is a luxury when your head is buzzing with a swarm of demons'.
Karma is like keeping pennies in a piggy bank..