by E. Terrence Vest
Oct. 11, 2006
Gazing long upon the shire, while stumbling through a dream. I wake up in the mire, next to unexplain'ed frothy cream.
by E. Terrence Vest
Aug. 6, 2006
Fair Millard!
Why do the fates comply to separate our pending bond? Celestial, or terrestrial, the wobbly gait of time has put us on two different paths. To see your wizened face again, I must, dare I say, shove aside the gates that Cerberus so dutifully guards and run like a fugitive slave back into your heart!