On WinterI have always been fascinated by winter because I don't know it. I've never touched the snow, and you could say that I really can't say I know what being cold is. Beyond the frost in the fridge or the bump I once got in my head when that little cloud (one of those, the "funny"-type) decided that it would be amusing to throw some hail on my skull. At least I can say I know what ice is....Ice hurts; especially during the Cold Wars, at parties- in this case, a birthday party. It was good that small pools of water formed afterwards and that these also evaporated- therefore the host didn't have to sweep away all the remains from the Domestic Civil War. Of course, she still ended up mad as a rabid dog whose raw ass had been sprayed with alcohol, getting all flared up and red like a tomato to the point in which it seemed she was fuming from her navel…but that is another tale altogether.I don't understand what it is about snow in pictures that attracts me so! It's imply frozen rain right? Wh
DesperationWhy must I wait & wait & wait?Why must I stand & stand & stand?Sit wait, my disgrace,Sit wait, stand and stay.I've been starting to thinkI should begin praying again...Dress my saints & pay respects,Pray, wait, stand and stay.