The End of An Era???
I remember a day, many years ago, when I stumbled upon something so wonderful, so special, so intriguing. It was a world where there were other people like me--where I wasn't alone in my perversions--where I could be free to express all the dark and secret ideas rolling around in my head. I spent several happy years there, until, one day, it died. I mourned it's loss...until, one day, several years ago, I stumbled upon another wonderful and secret place--different and yet similar to the first...and I spent a few happy years there...until, one day, it too, died.
Is this the ending of an era? Have we all gotten so old--too old, for the creative muses to visit us and sustain our perverse creativity? Perhaps this is the natural progression of things. Or, perhaps, once again, after some time passes, another wonderful place will rise from the ashes of the Phoenix and assume it's role in the grand scheme of things.
Until then, I shall remain...
in The Hanging Garden
R.I.P. SP & RSS
Is this the ending of an era? Have we all gotten so old--too old, for the creative muses to visit us and sustain our perverse creativity? Perhaps this is the natural progression of things. Or, perhaps, once again, after some time passes, another wonderful place will rise from the ashes of the Phoenix and assume it's role in the grand scheme of things.
Until then, I shall remain...
in The Hanging Garden
R.I.P. SP & RSS