ºÝºÝߣ

singapore Singapore

Professional Nagger

::EPIGRAPH:: MY DEC 2009 There are places in the valley that I will never go again; there are paths up its glens where I will never direct my pony's steps. The faces, the voices, the names meet me there and they do not go away. Regularly, of course, I must cross the path through the graveyard to the kirk, where those names are chiselled into the stone. But the spirits do not lie there; for me, they do not lie there. They are the restless ghosts- those who loved- wrongly, willfully, with passion, without reason. They all wait for me everywhere in that valley, but especially in some places, to which I do not go.- Gaskin -------------------------------------- I was walking away when he called