Closing time
After closing we waited; drunk from liquor and longing my hands on your bum. The two-AM-streets were empty, silently walking, Was this another dead-end or a brand new beginning? Were […]
After closing we waited; drunk from liquor and longing my hands on your bum. The two-AM-streets were empty, silently walking, Was this another dead-end or a brand new beginning? Were […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff