a day free of trolls

is a good day indeed.

out of a mystic dream, our path emerges,

for a while, then closes, within a dream.

but everything they say worth having they say is worth suffering for they say.

he didn't talk much but it's strange that he will never talk again, my father.

i had a couple days of wine and roses,

but mostly i had peanuts and beer.

umm,

peanuts.