It Was Always, Always.

Never seen anything to be convinced that it was otherwise, at best, a momentary obstruction of clear flow. The first ten were tumultuous, the last two are going to be the talk of the year.

Once Pure

Depravity is the ultimate calamity.

On This Day

To be continued...

Picture Frame

Now two.

Two. Soon.

And with age, the bar has been lowered. Two drinks are now enough to cause a swagger, albeit not by choice. Not by choice for many other things. It is natural, really. Still very much fond. Even if that is not really considered a stupor, in the midst of grasping with lucidity, you have always remained the constant. That who is very much real. And it hurts.