Ran out of the soft stuff
Seems like
a long time ago
The kind of everything with no sharp corners
No real pleasure
No real pain
No real kick
That last can of lager
Left me all alone
With a quarter in my pocket
And a strange new world
I have come to call home
Thinking about poking under
My neighbor's bed
Maybe find some whiskey
To go on and kill me
Or maybe a little something
To remind me that I'm not dead
I really can't remember the last time
My worries became so inverted
Topsy turvy
What has happened to my head
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl, Zara, to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely pairs add up to
A young technician mourns his lover until he meets another man - a man with a secret. But there are other secrets as a jealous ghost returns to protect his turf.
A young technician mourns his lover until he meets another man - a man with a secret. But there are other secrets as a jealous ghost returns to protect his turf.
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when those we depend on
or trust in have left us empty
short changed on everything
Love & Inspirations
Vickie
I'm smiling at you too!
Love You,
DeB
hugs
fee
Regis