Night's Plutonian Shore

ME

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

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Monday, July 30, 2012

In dreams I occasionally stand face to face with his blackened eyes that look devoid of sleep, evoking awe in me. And all the sudden, I seem crude to myself.

Typing my wisdom at 22:16

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.