Greetings from Spockgirl Musings, where logic rules, but the frailties of
human nature, genetic inadequacies and hormonal imbalances wreak havoc.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Peaceful turmoil

There is no light... it is but a flicker in the darkness extinguished by one breath... or a single tear.

Life is for the living.

All I do is age.

(Like what though? Wine? Cheese? Milk?)


DaveO said...

Scotch whiskey.

Spockgirl said...

What? I am aging like it or I should drink some?