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Compliments to the chef…. that ‘cellulite delight’ was amazing, yum!

The moonlight`s reflection

on your eyes,

Brightens up

the darkest things

I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired.

Staring into space… eventually I’ll find a galaxy of possiblities.

  My inner child needs a drink.

              a true poet, pencils his spirit

the creativity began, the productivity ended.

“Nothing says love like a man holding a bucket, waiting for you to hurl into it.”

Divinity is in every single man, woman and child on this earth. That it seems is the most seditious idea to a ‘normal’

I learnt finally that ambition is greed and that compassion is my purpose.

First I thought he was a god.
Then I condemned him as a devil.
Then I realised he was a man.
Now I see

Birth, Baby, Child, Teen, Adult, Death

That is not his umbilical cord.

  A writer lives a thousand lives.

Love is Infinite.
It is not bounded by our minds. It is not certain that it is a fixed quantity that never changes or

For sale: writer’s life; needs work.

Lifes a bitch, write it down!

Writer’s block? Inhale & cop a squat.

Writing: The soul’s greatest medical journey.

Abandoned child, lost forever,heartbreak forevermore.

I am not what I’ve become.

My typed moneymaker sits under dust.

I’ve written masterpieces but nobody cares

I only know how to accelerate…

Sweet. Sick. Makes the mind spin.

I am creatively and personally blocked.

Lift me up. Spread your wings.

I came, he went, we wept.

I should be the one dead.

Optimistic with a twist of sarcasm