He was all twitch and shiver
He was all twitch and shiver. My fallen friend, pale grey with red sunken eyes...when I offered him pity and reached out my hand... Foulness he spewed from his gob. Such a little thing he is...just one more wasted life, a bound slave to his own warped needs. But out there is a scion... whose life is so good...yet depends on the twitching and the scam.
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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| He was all twitch and shiver | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| I rode the Train | 0 | 08/31/2009 |
| Conversation with the night | 0 | 07/28/2009 |
| Forgive | 1 | 06/29/2009 |
| Raging Heart | 0 | 06/29/2009 |
| Embedded | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| Selfish Delight | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
| A Single Breath | 0 | 06/18/2009 |
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