Tuesday, March 16, 2010

stiff upper lip

A clock with a broken tick on the wall constantly watches over my inability to construct a future. Getting through each days fog is like being in a cage with no key. To escape without a mauling I must learn to understand the beast creeping up within me. Isolation and loneliness bring a smile with a stiff upper lip because islands never cry. The weathering will break me down, but to a rock without pain.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Women are like paintings...you can't enjoy them if you try to understand them.

Freddy Mercury

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

in this world



...you are the only exception