Merry Christmas
Your hair smelled like a Montepulciano old Italian wine that’s what I remember most moldy earth what is that why …
Category Archives: Christmas
They Fool Me To The Top Of My Bent
It seems that Hope is a word misused. Hope cannot come from one man or one woman. Hope comes from …
Shane Macgowan Came A’callin
Decorating Someone else’s tree Alone Again The silence Can be deafening They say And I noticed It getting louder With …
Walter Kitty's Diary 