Too Soon, The Sun Will

There Are Some Dogs Which, When You Meet Them, Remind You That, Despite Thousands Of Years Of Man-made Evolution, Every Dog Is Still Only Two Meals Away From Being A Wolf. These Dogs Advance Deliberately, Purposefully, The Wilderness Made Flesh, Their Teeth Yellow, Their Breath A-stink, While In The Distance Their Owners Witter, "he's An Old Soppy Really, Just Poke Him If He's A Nuisance," And In The Green Of Their Eyes The Red Campfires Of The Pleistocene Gleam And Flicker.

I Remembered Something Somebody Had Once Said To Me. It's Okay. Everyday Is Freshly Ground.

I Hope That This Year, You Make Mistakes. If You Do, Then It Means You Have Tried, Learned, Lived, Pushed Yourself, Changed You And Your World, And Most Importantly, You've Done Something.

Pain Shared, My Brother, Is Pain Not Doubled But Halved. No Man Is An Island

Stories Are Made Up By People Who Make Them Up. If They Work, They Get Retold. There's The Magic Of It.