Empire of Whimsy

 I was sick of the shape of the lounge.  The windows ignored and the mess all around. So we made a plan to move some shelves. Well, one in p...

After a glorious production the sun bows graciously behind the trees on my right to rapturous vesperturnal applause. To my left the bats ...

If love is love as love should be, then why does it enslave, not free? Love is a power - nay, a force that rivals all but gravity ...