Is there meaning here? I stare into space oblivious to all but my own numbness, hoping for a call - a beckoning voice to draw me back from the edge of my self-imposed exile. Drop the feathery gauze from these old, battered lenses and push me if necessary out of the warm niche carved long ago in this mount of regret.
Where I come from blood and names mean nothing and sworn oaths even less. But prized most of all is that old art of playing dirty - so dirty no one else can even see the game. - marandarussell.com