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
I freely cannot say that we are free. The high society or haut monde, if you will? Are anything but equitable. Playing God, intervening and “playing house”, acting as caregivers to the lower orders, the riffraff, the commoners. Don’t you dare belittle me, you self-righteous villains? Strutting around with your noses in … Continue Reading Free?