The Sleeping Gardener
this is where I go when alone. isolated, yet surrounded. welcome. pick a spot, and share my thoughts.
A question that has plagued the mind of cavemen and conquistadors, plebes and presidents, kings and other kings.
The obvious answer is “baby don’t hurt me / don’t hurt me / no more.”
But let’s dig a little deeper.
First, let me confess, I’m not a romantic being. I don’t subscribe to superstitions. Or even magazines. I don’t subscribe to many things at all. Except Hulu+.
But I have felt cupid’s keen arrow pierce my butt, and thus can’t deny that love is a thing.
