Indra’s Aaromale #1 – A Love Story of Cockroaches, Cigarettes and Curly Chest-Hair.

“Man’s greatest tragedy is that he can conceive of a perfection which he cannot attain.” – Lord Byron(Jerome MacGann) O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,         Alone and palely loitering?  The sedge has withered from the lake,         And no birds sing.  O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,         So haggard and so woe-begone?  The squirrel’s granary is full, …

The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas

There is a lot to say; there was so less. There is so much to think; there was nothing at all. There was a whole world to go; there is no place like home. Home. The more I think, the more vague it becomes. The more I try to remember, the more I forget, and…