Hello walls, glad you box me in, always allowing me to be misanthropic where I pretend I'm in the tropics no one can reach me on my imaginary beach

Stranded like a ship wrecked castaway
a thirsty love starved necromancer, trying to find a magic shop

Women are like lengthy sentences always having something loquacious to say followed by a period

I have periods too, in the form of tears of blood

No companion


D. Clare