And Don’t Worry About The Bits You

Obscurity Is Never A Virtue.

Hooray!" Said The Chief Of The Army. "let's Blow Everyone Up! Bang-bang! Bang-bang!

We Make Realities Out Of Our Dreams And Dreams Out Of Our Realities. We Are The Dreamers Of The Dream.

The Walls Were Wet And Sticky, And Peach Juice Was Dripping From The Ceiling. James Opened His Mouth And Caught Some Of It On His Tongue. It Tasted Delicious.

... And When He Put His Mind To It, He Could Make His Words Coil Themselves Around And Around The Listener Until They Held Her In Some Sort Of A Mild Hypnotic Spell.