I built a house at the cost of an orgasm
A castle made of goals glued together with lies.
They are rigid now and cannot move forward… 68 more words
Here’s a quickie for ya.
Ha, my wife will wince when she reads that line out of habit. She’s no doubt had enough of my quickies, but that’s for another day. 1,079 more words
Old Oom Ben Kromhout has been dying for a long time now. Gertruida once said that one mustn’t pity people like this; although the lingering shadow of death may be upsetting for everyone concerned, the person at the centre of it all enjoys the singular privilege of saying goodbye, sorting out personal and financial issues and making peace with Life and God. 1,121 more words