We may twist the hand of fate,
And chew off the arm that feeds you.
Perhaps I, now here seated.
In all my ill, am not a worthy host.
Monday, July 6, 2015
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Where the teacup shatters...
"Fate and circumstance have returned us to this moment when the teacup shatters"...
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