Such... horrible wonders.

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Was it a daydream, memory from darker days and times well gone done and buried, or a strange perhaps final gift... to make the loss more bearable in some way?  I can't always see through those fogs, I can't always know.  The notion, then a music video populating to allow others understanding if in a tongue I don't, or no longer, have acquaintance.  The visuals should suffice.


This brought another to mind, for reasons I can't quite fathom.  It has been so long since I played it, or even viewed it... they often echo on YouTube long after I air them.  I was about to begin delving into my blog when it, too, popped!  I have some shame for it.  Though the women who have suffered it have seemingly done so gladly.  Recently had a man, from reading here, seem to suggest he considered me abusive.  As oddly as things have turned out, should he ever meet a group of my former loves, he would, minimally be sorely chastised.  At worst he wouldn't be sound when they finished.  Believe?  Not my problem, just don't test dames.  Unless you can, should, and will go the distance.

Still, even when in good conscience I, feel great regret.  Good intentions, right attentions, ending in failure?  What of it could, should, I own?

Good night anyway.