Night's Plutonian Shore

Night's Plutonian Shore

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ME

I am boldly defined by words. Words I ponder and divine.

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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Another one of those long-winded gasps of void...All the subtleties have diminished and superseded by vain bleak nothingness. I wonder whether the times of candles on a dreary afternoon are forever gone, or is it because of summer that it never gets dim enough to hide yourself away. What a dull sentiment..

Typing my wisdom at 22:33

FRIENDS

“Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.” (Tennessee Williams)

NIGHT'S PLUTONIAN SHORE

As you have blundered here, I ought to allege that on this page you shall find only my literary whim. Remember, that life is all but permanent, and words that become our remembrance can dissolve as quick as a wink. So, go with the plume and rejoice.