There's No Law That Says I Can't

Silently, I Lifted My Doggy Bowl Off The Floor. Then, With A Quick, Powerful Flip Of My Wrist, I Threw It Into The Back Of Blondie’s Head So Hard That – With An Earsplitting Bang – It Smashed Flat Before It Ricocheted Across The Room And Snapped The Round Top Piece Off The Thick Newel Post At The Foot Of The Stairs.

I Don’t Like To Lie – So There’d Better Be A Good Reason Why I’m Doing It.

It’s Just Been My Experience That Some Kinds Of Working Relationships Are Better Motivated By Fear Than By Monetary Gain.

It's Not The Face, But The Expressions On It. It's Not The Voice, But What You Say. It's Not How You Look In That Body, But The Thing You Do With It. You Are Beautiful.

But What If...what If You Sincerely Believed Something Was True, But You Were Dead Wrong? What If You Were So Stubbornly Sure That You Were Right, That You Wouldn’t Even Consider The Truth? Would The Truth Be Silenced, Or Would It Try To Break Through?