fantasy is a metaphor for the human condition

you’re my earth, you're the planet

you’re the grass, the wind and tides

by any other name.

shooting stars never fly for me.

where did they come from. where did they go...

issac, will you never learn that a fathers love must be earned

or your mother need not learn

how to love you

hear no evil.

and, micheal, you would fall

and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime

a “manly heart”, to me... is a life led without regret!

She has fallen off the cliff, has failed utterly to find purchase, has been drowning among the choppy sea and claw sharp rocks for a long time now.

Life could be simple but you never fail to complicate it every single time

You could have children and a wife, a perfect little life, but you blow it on a bottle of wine!

I’m at the end of my rope

a half empty girl

don’t make me laugh, I’ll choke!

smellboy on the loose what will he do

bumblebee, bumblebee, flowers as far as the eye can see