haiku for the dumped
we were together
making out like squirrels do
now she's run over
one haiku to rule them all
one ring to bind them
one ring to kick all the butts
can't see me now fool
quote of the page load
Lust is a poor, weak, wimpering whispering thing compared with that richness and energy of desire which will arise when lust has been killed.
- Spirit Teacher, The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis