This song gets me buzzed, though the buzzing could also very well be from my illicit smoking of Earth’s plant life.
Knowing that something isn’t possible doesn’t keep you from hoping that it is.
I need a fucking stress ball. And a grip on reality. And maybe to cease my own mind-fucking.
Sneak peek at the start of a series (need to learn to stop starting and start finishing…) of grandfather portraits. What with both my parents getting remarried, the grandparents I never knew, and the next-door neighbors I considered my grandparents, I’ve got a lot of old folks and a lot of fertile emotional territory to dig around in.