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A Tribute to Summer Beneath Summer's Glow A Firefly found Serenity. But the cruel Fox deceived, and ate the fly whole. Summer faded as night turned cold, and winter grabbed hold. But she rose once more, a machine defying time. Yet her rays were not enough, to keep her new heart running, and the Fox struck again, … Continue reading A Tribute to Summer
The Road I walked a road, Of warmth and light, I must wander. I gaze ahead, On a path bleak and steep. - F H Hakansson
So, it finally happened. I have written over 400 pages. Even though it feels like a momentous achievement there is more to be done! Four more major events need to happen so it might, unfortunately, be up to another 100 pages before I call the first draft complete. That would bring me back to 80% … Continue reading 99% Complete
The iPhone 4S has been announced and so far the internet community is enraged. Well, not me, of course. I am a bit disappointed with the hardware specs but the iPhone was never known for that to begin with. No Apple products are. They are know for their software. Since the old iPhones can upgrade … Continue reading iPhone 4S, Siri, and Denise
As you all know - I love food. I worship it religiously and sometimes find it more seducing than a woman's body. At times I can spend a day just eating. Literally. Today I had lunch with my sister. This is what I ate: Next time I go there I'll make sure to finish at … Continue reading Food – Oh, what sweet seductions you possess!
Ornaments of Heaven The ornaments of heaven, reveal no flaws, but the ones carved in flesh and bone. - F H Hakansson
Treasures Forgotten A golden map, to a treasure lost, led men on a quest, for a chest long lost. Death and plague, filled their journey, yet one man survived, and reached the goal. He opened the chest, and found it empty. He grieved, for himself, and the dead. He turned the map, and found it to … Continue reading Treasures Forgotten
Round Feet The sun fell and dark reigned. A man had himself a drink for he felt drained. He walked around with round feet, Until he saw a woman so sweet. He asked for a dance and they tumbled all night, And he brought her home without a fight. They made love in his bed … Continue reading Round Feet
Dementia What is that brown liquid I see, reeking putrid vagina? Is it a sewage plant, or a buffet? - F H Hakansson
Love is Dead The fallen scream - ”Love is dead.” A diamond ring, Or a golden chalice? Hallowed be thy poison. - F H Hakansson
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