waist
I was twenty-eight
now only twenty-seven
I'm wasting away
one haiku to rule them all
one ring to bind them
one ring to kick all the butts
can't see me now fool
haiku of the page load
shades
these ones are stupid
these ones make my face look fat
these ones are all good
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