Monday, 20 December 2010
Glib Tomorrow's embarked upon amorous seas of promise. Hearkens not a word of it this soul full of woe, relentless in its grip of yesteryear's tirelessly strapped about its existence. Remorsefully it trudges on, on a weary course, reservedly submitting itself to vague possibilities of perchance. Vacant musings at best these - virulent and vapid - their sheer contradiction bearing mark to the internal havoc thereby wretchedly wreaked.