Nonsense in a new medium. Poems, Plays, Prose, Political Satire and Philosophical treatises. (Warning: Site may also contain other genres beginning in the letter "P" such as puns, or pomegranates).
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Happiness is relative to the sun. I hate the mornings when he dosen't show up. I feel like an orphan in a big city. But days when he peeks through my window and shines on my face while I am still dreaming of her, these are the days I love.