More arms began to cram their way out through the toga’s armholes, and from beneath its short hem, as well, only they were not arms, not arms at all, and he screamed, he screamed, he screamed; it was oblivion he was screaming for, oblivion and an end to knowing and seeing, but oblivion would not come.
I wined and dined a thousand exotic Joans and Janes / In dusty dance halls, at debutante balls, / On lonely country lanes. / I fell in love forever, / Twice every year or so. [From Maya Angelou's "Where We Belong, A Duet"]
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An entry for each day I am away from home.
"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged cupid painted blind." -William Shakespeare
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