My glass is half full.
I don't remember drinking.
This is not my glass.
(Poem by Doug Roussin)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
THE DEAD ARE THIEVES, TOO They’ll pick your pocket clean, like that Ozark you left by the river. How many times do I have to talk to you? ... -
CIVILIZATION AND ITS’ DISCONNECTS Turn off your computer. I know, I know. I will cease to exist. I will return to my cave of shadows, ha...
No comments:
Post a Comment