I Turned My Home State Of Florida

All Things Make Sense; You Just Have To Fathom How They Make Sense.

I Think It's A Shame That Something As Creative And Vital To The Nature Of The Human Species As Story-telling Is Largely Controlled By The Soulless Cretins Known As Publishers.

She Looked Around. "oh, I've Just Got To Hug Somebody! You!" And She Hugged Puck, The Little Ghost Horse. "and You." She Hugged Pook, And Peek, And Even The Nose Of The Moat Monster. "but Not You," She Decided, Encountering The Zombie.

For Our Stories Are Not Yet Finished, And Perhaps Will Never Be.

Is It Foolish To Care For Non-existent Folk?then, Leave Me To My Foolishness.