Jabe A. Rosiers blog: made easier by the fact that you giggle absurdly to yourself every time I think/type/say the word “dingle”
---When the winds of chaos blow hard enough, the most trivial of things can turn into deadly projectiles and If I'm still alive, my regrets are few. if this life is mine, what shouldn't I do? I get where ever I'm going, I get what ever I need. While my blood is still flowing, and my heart still beating like a hammer.----