I have been waiting quite sometime for HIS return...he said he would only be a moment.
Well....as I am here now, one must make the most of things! As a good friend once told me, “I won't tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world's voice, or the voice of society. They matter a good deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose!”
"Bonjour! The Time Traveler's Boyfriend...
merci, Oh! oui,...When it comes to my page...I'm constantly, changing it and sometimes back again to the previous template design.
Once again, thanks, for stopping by and leaving [very] kind words…"
How kind of you to invite me along. I must admit I have been low lately, but seem to have been galvanized into action. A terrible outbreak has occurred in the Sanitorium where I work. I am unaffected although I have yet to…"
I invite you to join us in The Accepted Cog saloon for drinks and tales of adventure. Anything you desire can be procured by somewhat convoluted means of a space time breach called B-space, which is just through the little door out the back. And don't worry, the entire saloon is encased in a temporal bubble, meaning it is always 5 of the clock on a Friday, which of course is a purely acceptable drinking hour.