I've been thinking lately that I'd like to meet a real witch. Not some tattooed, pierced kid that thinks she's a witch. A real Witch! Someone to dig deep into the psyche of me and find out why I'm the way that I am.
I remind you that I said "Witch" not "Bitch". I can find plenty of those.
It makes me wonder ...
Monday, April 28, 2014
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
Truth in Song
You are born screaming.
With luck, you receive a little nurturing and are educated in the ways of life.
Then you leave the nest, find a mate and make a few new people.
With a little nurturing and education in the ways of the world, they leave the nest
There you are, realizing the numbers just don't add up anymore.
Everything is further and further in the past
Growing older by the minute, being alone, finally given the sweet graces of death.
It's true... "the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon."
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