Misery hates company

Impulsive this is not, by virtue of perpetual hours of considerate speculation I have come to find that I cannot find reprieve in a phony jet set molded vexation It is said that misery loves company, well I beg to differ from such a cheap statement As I get brainsick … Continue Reading Misery hates company

the watering hole

Nothing is quite as classic as a man with a gun and his hound, patiently waiting for nothing, sitting in the duff without a sound/ the occasional mud stomping, squishy tobacco spit sound, onto the forest floor, but nothing startling enough to awaken the hound as he has heard this … Continue Reading the watering hole