How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter? - Woody Allen


12 nominations

May 2005 Determined to dissect the deepest darks of my days Sweet sanity sipped at my sadness leaving me light. Longing and lusting to live life lovingly, Cherishing my choices, Changed. Where once words were wounds in working, Tunes now tickle this wise tongue’s taste.

© MoonFay


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