Rebate

Form filling fantasy In between the lines and now you don't see me My signature is the ligature that ties me, and fantasy the stranglehold that life has upon me. I dread Christmas and Easter each feast day another way to put on more weight. It's never summer when you're wrapped up in sorrow. In the mirror where my tracks swirl on this river when reflections send a shiver down my spine, time holds its court. We all dream of a better tomorriw when today is the best that we've got, anyhow that dot in the distance could be a missed chance moving rapidly away.