Nerves Ending By Tom D It’s become an epidemic, A plague of notoriety, It daily afflicts it victims, It’s merely called anxiety. It’s the thief of our peace, The robber of sobriety, Its origins are abundant, Yet its feelings lack … Continue reading
Freud asked ‘what do they want?’ As if they really know. As if a simple forthright answer, would somehow satisfy…. satisfy what? As if any man or woman really could… somehow articulate a feeling, an answer, an emotion, a witty … Continue reading
Ubiquitous antipathy, Produces pejorative emnity, Consequently ambiguously, We copesetically extenuate, And serendipitously obliviate.