I'm over the hill, on the way down...I like birthdays, don't like aging...
Birthdays Not surprisingly birthdays come on like villians knocking at our doors, tap, tap, tap, shifty-eyed fast speaking salesmen peddling love, wisdom, youth and popularity pushing substitutes in bottles, tiny millimeters of hope Shifter stones, natal lovers, dark aliens, eavesdropping our days... Sign in to see full entry.