if a man should go out looking for himself would he search inside the kitchen shelf inside a frothy bottle robbed of its waters or in the pockets of his...
These days are void of the peals of laughter ringing out from the vocal orifices of playing children the sun embracing their naked,sweaty anatomies and the calling voices of their...
so i sit here within forlorn walls drowning myself in a brown bottle of blue whiskey if you could see me, Treasure, you'd see a broken titanic sinking in my...
O! Ne`er say ye lovest me, From cozen nurtured i`thy heart's lee; Sweetly as caesar`s clown: thou oft-speaks, O! Ne`er say thou lovest me; If thy eyne art of whom...