Killed by an emptiness.
Empty. Empty. Empty.
Killed by an emptiness.
Killed by an emptiness.
Doing good is a more complicated affair than simply "doing good". How much "good" does one need to do for it to be "enough". How can we permit ourselves luxury when others cannot even afford the necessities to survive?
Doing good is a more complicated affair than simply "doing good". How much "good" does one need to do for it to be "enough". How can we permit ourselves luxury when others cannot even afford the necessities to survive?
A tale of love almost gotten, and love lost. Sometimes though, I still think of her. But that could only be because there hasn't been anyone to replace her yet.
A link to JohnStone.com, site of fitness enthusiast John Stone.
A discussion on the practicalities of fiction.
With time to kill, my friend tried to see if he could find out the state of affairs in my love life.
On handling road rage (and anything else unpleasant), and a thoery of finding good girls. Happy new year everyone.
And Christmas is here! Merry Christmas everybody.
Two men came to a hole in the sky. One asked the other to lift him up...