All of the poetry I post is my own, unless otherwise stated. All of the puzzlings likewise. Friday, 12 March 2010. Tenderly trace lines across my soul. Trailing bloody kisses through my thoughts,. Blazing words to my brain. Sanguine to the surface,. And turning to black,. That wriggle with pleasure,.

Well do things that are quite new, in interestin ways. Where trouble melts like lemondrops. The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history. The Picture of Dorian Gray. The pen is mightier than the sword only if the sword is very small and the pen is very sharp. But all fic is public. That wonderful world of oxymorons.

The humble opinions of Dave Townsend.

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One of the biggest problems with religion is that people stubbornly, insistently reduce God to their own size; they imagine that God loves the same people they love, and that God hates the people they hate.