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Kumamoto Hunger I never fathomed how to use one of those oyster knives. Can’t even remember what they are called; which is sad as it show..

Helen She stood before the burning walls of Troy and wept at her own destructive power. How could a single female heart and face unleash suc..

Spontaneity I look at you And think “Yes! get your knickers off lass”. Some innate desire, some deep Neanderthal longing for procre..

Jet You break through my calm like a whirring blade of steel as you race through the sky parting the blue earth with such power. You make me..

Traverse City will do!

Survival I used to rely on soft flesh to keep my heart alive. But lately I have learned a truth or two; why must I be defined by the women I ..

Alone Silence. Both uplifting and depressing when the echoes are empty and no love abounds. As if no one cares. Then it is icy cold abandonmen..

A tribute to Neil Armstrong

The Space Between I fear death more than dying. Dying only happens once, whereas death goes on for a long time. “To infinity and beyond!&rd..

Lurein Ley He did not return, despite her beauty, for he had betrayal on his mind. So she sat atop one hundred metres high combing her fine loc..