Nothing is permanent in ths wicked world of ours, not even our troubles.
—Charlie Chaplain
My next adventure
Went to the well once too often
What grew out of the sand under the blue light?
Coming soon
Papa thinking time
You’re riding my last nerve straight out of the door
Money bridge off concrete path
The dignity… of an iceberg is due to only one ninth of it being above water.
Ernest Hemingway
Rascals
Home Brah
Still morning
Be cool, relax…
