Constant Reading Will Pull You Into A

Dead Fields Under A November Sky, Scattered Rose Petals Brown And Turning Up At The Edges, Empty Pools Scummed With Algae, Rot, Decomposition, Dust.

Art Should Be A Place Of Hope.

A Lot Of Fairy Tales Are Thinly Disguised Hostility Raps Against Parents. Kids Know That They Can't Make It On Their Own, That If They Were Left Alone, They Would Die.

Long Days And Pleasant Nights

There Had Never Been A Shortage Of Fools In The World