April 2019

Ah, my friend the past – with all your secrets. You won’t catch me in your net again. I’ll dive beneath the sea and wriggle free from your oozy arms. Don’t come at me with your wily ways. You’ve cheated on me before. But hey – I cheated on you!

Don’t sweet-talk me, then sail away – parade the skeletons and steal the jewels. I’m just not buying everything you’re selling. Sure I’ll take a look at your wares. And then decide. Read More »