Reaching out to the dead. This is a perfect night for listening to the rain. There is nothing worth watching on television, which is sometimes my refuge from reality, so I … Continue reading Waiting for a sign from the unknown

Reaching out to the dead. This is a perfect night for listening to the rain. There is nothing worth watching on television, which is sometimes my refuge from reality, so I … Continue reading Waiting for a sign from the unknown
Whether or not he’s a fake, I personally like his take, on the much-feared snake.
The night sky flashed through the window and five seconds later the crash of thunder. The sky had come a-calling.
In the purity of childhood we love each other. The love becomes twisted by religion and politics and we grow hateful and racist and obsessed with doctrine.