And Then I Asked Him With My

They Lived And Laughed And Loved And Left.

Your Mind Will Give Back To You Exactly What You Put Into It.

I Should Tell You That Honestly, On My Honour Of A Nearwicked, I Always Think In A Wordworth's Of That Primed Favourite Continental Poet, Daunty, Gouty And Shopkeeper, A.g., Whom The Generality Admoyers In This That Is And That This Is To Come.

I Don't Want To Die. Damn Death. Long Live Life.

All Fiction Is Autobiographical Fantasy.