A S H Smyth

You told me to let go. So I did.

Life with me will be bad for your sleep wallet liver relationship with your parents/friends chances of getting into heaven* (though not necessarily in that order). But I’d like to think it’s still worth a shot. * optional

The act of love is to love what engineering is to physics – application, relevance, without which there’d not be much point.

postcards – no matter how concise you may be, you tend to run out of

Rain is – as they say in the army – ‘just wet. It ‘ll dry, you bastards!’