last night I cried about you, tonight I find I'm crying too
give me a drink 'cause I'm starting to think that I'm brokengot no confession but still my reflection provokes itI hold the gavel and judgements
give me a drink 'cause I'm starting to think that I'm brokengot no confession but still my reflection provokes itI hold the gavel and judgements
up on Melancholy Hill, there's a plastic treeare you here with me?I don't...I've never been able to un-love, easily. There are nights I envy those
This one goes back a ways. I can't remember if I blogged about this before, but early on in the pandemic, I put together a list of simple recipes for
Heartbreak. That's what this tastes like.Stepping back from allegory for a moment. I went to high school in a very small, and very rural, area. As an
This all started with some yahoo in Apple Fall's chat asking about a "makeover":[11:05] Emilly Shatner-Orr (emilly.orr): Does [Sxxxxx] plan
Your interesting hypothetical question for the day.Let's say...someone comes into SL after a long absence. Has a certain draw, charisma, appears to
I'm not afraid of getting olderI'm one less day from dying youngI see the light go past my shoulderI'm one less day from dying youngLong-time readers
Still in heavy reflective mode...but it's easier to breathe.someday they'll find your small town world on a big town avenuegonna make you like the
Was Lucrezia Borgia the calculating, greed-driven murderess history has painted her? Perhaps not.There is a real, and very human, cost of loot boxes
So, personal news...I was finally able to listen to Carnival of Rust again. In tracking down the link to that song, I discovered I can also watch the