fishy scribbles for fussy nibbles
Time will fill it in, I suppose.
Come rain or shine, onwards our lives parade (or charade).
More on suicides and some observation.
My first short story on the blog.
Forever indebted to this bunch of amazing people.
Self-serving humble pie.
A footprint left on the sands of time, no less.
One can't reason with suffering.
I don't have a word of wisdom for you, but ...
Whilst waiting to recover my wind ...
A pennyworth of birthday afterthought.
It was a less productive evening ...
Is destiny a destination? Or is it a dream passing by ... so close and yet so far?
Perhaps, the insane are happier.
Some duty calls ...
After a much overdue visit at the Lion Rock ...
Mathematically, the tic-tac-toe is a futile game ... Not so sure about world politics.
A little corny -- can't help it.
And we're all in it.
Here's a poem about my favourite hero in the factory.
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