The whining of the day begins

A new year of weird events

Nobody around but imaginary 

Friends..

But its you my dear

for all the fear you gave me

terrors so wild that scared me

i might find myself in hell

but there you are again

no escape i suppose

life increases with repose

as a book does decompose

pleasure is a disaster

dinner in an airplane

all is good

you appear to be sane?