
blurred pic, this fox was quick….

blurred pic, this fox was quick….
best plans of mice and men, Steinbeck knew, maybe….
traveling, waiting. staying the same, never matters. i remain on holiday from you, you are edging towards insanity….
animal like grin, messed my mind. driving me crazy, from sublime. clawing, scratching until i give in. you are killing me, worse than Scotch Whiskey……
love meant a little thing, breaking mirrors was the last thing. 7 years of happiness, followed by decades of misery……
ever one chance you’d have chosen me. without you’re heartache from before? something i try to ignore…………
intentions were well meant, i believe. if not, what would you achieve? one small moment of false dignity, i see……..
you know what we need to do? no doc, explain? the stone has to go, we’ll laser it, blast it to hell. sounds painful if i completely understand. yes but it must be done, otherwise no more fun……..
With a name like scape, he could never escape from being blamed for every little thing. Big or small, it must be his fault after all….
learning anything motivates me….