Ha! yea, my friend the journalist swears by romance novels. I honestly feel as though I am wasting my time, and prefer to write my own by living love. That doesn't mean they aren't amazing for you though love.
Richelieu, what's that? So Jessie actually made a compilation entitled Glow Worms Vol. 1 featuring Richelieu, and others. "Killer Bees" got the most college radio plays of any song on the compilation. Give us a call motherfucker.
You're really great. I take it you're back on dry land? I've missed you. I'd like to see some of your book once you're finished. Copyright laws of course respected.
You've had a life and a half. Wow. I went to holland recently and it was really low down, but very high up, in a way. x
Thanks love. I always seem to end up in relationships with men who are far too independent, and see the mere presence of me as a threat. I just want someone who will crawl into a bathtub with me, out of sheer delight. Someone who wouldn't see me being around more than once every other week as "too much".
Power into will, will into appetite; And appetite, an universal wolf, So doubly seconded with will and power, Must make perforce an universal prey, And last eat up himself.
The hand that signed the paper felled a city; Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath, Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country; These five kings did a king to death.
The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder, The finger joints are cramped with chalk; A goose's quill has put an end to murder That put an end to talk.
The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever, And famine grew, and locusts came; Great is the hand that holds dominion over Man by a scribbled name.
The five kings count the dead but do not soften The crusted wound nor pat the brow; A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven; Hands have no tears to flow.
