My mind drifts from the still life in landscape painted in oil breaking up the melancholy of cursed rooms to the center of the hospital…
My mind drifts from the still life in landscape painted in oil breaking up the melancholy of cursed rooms to the center of the hospital…
It’s the time of the season that reminds me what a wonderful world it is. In both a happy and sad sort of way. This…
Dear Miss Malicious…. Why are you using that title….didn’t one of the Mob Wives get into trouble with that word? Nope, she got into trouble…
All things end, as they must. Those balmy fall nights turn chilly – the competition amps up for the competitors, the ball finally comes to…