I took him in with a glance. He shuffled along the subway platform cautiously putting one foot in front of the other.

Shall I dizzy among the. Shall I stay whose dismal rapture. Or amid the foraged hours wane. Revolving in its cheerless timbre. I shall not waste among crude beams. Nor the halidames of maudlin glory.

Documenting my foray in to writing LGBT fiction. Kat is looking at me expectantly. I am sure I will disappoint. Erm what happened to Egg Shell? Could we have a look at that one again? Kat looks at me, slightly raising her eyebrow, pursing her lips and slowly setting the colour charts down on the kitchen counter. I think we might need more wine. Yesok, well Olive then.

I decided to dedicate a few minutes every day to write about my state of mind, rationale behind was to. Guess I failed miserably and yes I also decided not to continue blogging for I was really sad about the unfortunate events happened back in those days.

A little do it yourself. To pickle or not to pickle that is the question. I know, I have been absent for a while, I apologize. I have people Facebook-ing me for answers about where I am? Today I have a great post, even if I say so myself. What do you need? 1 Clean you.

Or trying to make sense out of life one blog post at a time. So my time is pretty stretched thin. But I think to help me consolidate my blogging and research and studying is to transform this blog into an on-going thinking and research blog.

Imminent Danger And How to Fly Straight into It. Keep up-to-date on my writing adventures via my blog. Imminent Danger And How to Fly Straight into It. Grab a copy of the.

On Being a Victim of the God Mob. She invited me to share what drives my anger at the God mob, and this post is by way of response. My use of emotive language in this post is intentional. My central issue is that the claim of God has zero supporting falsifiable evidence, and when it comes from the God mob must thus be rejected as a lie. I know what that lie did to me, a.