It's the paradox of the human experience, that you endure the heat of the kitchen, and wait through the lengthy amount of time it takes to cook up a meal, only to gobble it up in ten minutes.
In a land of thieves and rogues, let him who sleep at night be aware of the watchers who deprive their eyes of rest.
Peace comes at a price, as do the fatness of round tables.
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The Rebel rustles his wings again.
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Bedroom Whispers
SachbücherThe bedroom holds sacred territory for me. The bed, its altar. One upon which I've offered sacrifices, so many to count and recall. One upon which I currently lay as I once more pay my dues, in taps and clicks. I miss the days when the gods were co...