I wish I had a large wooden desk, the old kind with the built in mirror.Dark, heavy, polished wood, with curves and carvings. A soft cushioned stool for my bum. With drawers, doors and hidden compartments. A place to write and study. A few journals and books. My bong on one side. My magical thingies on the other. Incense... See More »
He was full of wishes, dreams and promises that would never come true.I'm ready for real. It's not a fkn fairy tale. Life is demanding, grueling and unfair. I can live with that. And I can live without the disappointment of needless, implausible hope. Real life requires real effort. I never asked for perfect,... See More »
