Fantasy Allows You Bend The World And

I Felt Like I'd Been Misplaced In The Cosmos And I Belonged In Maine.

Dance With Me, Death, I Am Ready.

Over The Millennia The Seed Of Stories Planted In The Fertile Soil Of Bits And Scraps Of Facts Was Watered By Wishes And Began To Take Root And Grow. Eventually, A Bountiful Fruit Of Rumors Burst Forth, To Be Spread On The Wind Of Whispers That Said We Hid A Fabled Hoard Of Gold. Nothing Could Convince The Believers That It Was Not True. The Truth Does Not Glitter For These People Like Gold Does.

I Don't Think I Could Have Written What I Did Any Earlier.

It Is Said That The Greatest Cruelty Is Drawn From Those With The Kindest Hearts.