Once, a lifetime ago, I was sitting on the beach in Cyprus having a long conversation…
It was a cold morning, the train was late. Neither of these two things are uncommon….
Leave the dark corners of the interweb alone. Go to the bright spots shone on by the Beautiful Ones
The wulf insists on text here...and I shall leave it at that.
I know people who didn't work at BlackStar, and they have weblogs too. These are they.
The State is not your friend