Epitaph The first time I died, I walked my ways; I followed the file of limping days. I held me tall, with ...

The other day I'd had enough - just had enough - just had ENOUGH of that crappy new trilogy called Fifty Shades of Grey that is burni...

This was the only video of this song that was remotely tolerable: most of them matched each line with Readers Digest/Ideals Magazine exact...

This amigurumi stuff. . . it's fascinating. I'm sneaking up on it slowly, doing it the coward's way (knitting rather than cro...

Every so often, about every six years or so, I find something on the internet that makes me want to dance with joy. ...

Burnt offering She came slippery and she came dark. She came along a stone place hollow with echoes. Smells of animals lurked, an...