Discipline lost and are jails overflow with crime.

Precious poetry.

I wrote this when my sister was punishing her child for something that he so obviously learned from her. It’s amazing how many times we punish our children from following our own actions.

This is a slightly fictional story. Something along these lines happened not to the extreme extent of the narrator. This story to me is suppose to be a sort of abstract way of explaining the pains of alcohol. I am writing these stories to improve my writing skills, so please comment on what you think. Too much of something too little of something. Something you didn’t understand? Enjoy.

Do you classify yourself as a Martinet? Then be sure to live alone.

I do not believe in punishment.

When I dream, there are usually elements of things I had seen, heard or read about the previous day. My dreams are often lucid. Last night was no exception.

Everybody has a song for particular moments in their life.

Humiliated, Migus remembers his parents.

You must remember …