Greetings, Ax Murderer! I Was Just Wondering

Any Librarian Or Scholar Will Tell You: Close Is Not The Same As Accurate.

We Create The Illusions We Need To Go On.

Things Aren't Good Or Bad In And Of Themselves. It's What We Do With Them That Makes Them So.

When I Dream, I Dream Of Him. For Several Nights Now He’s Come To Me, Waving From A Distant Shore As If He’s Been Waiting Patiently For Me To Arrive. He Doesn’t Utter A Word, But His Smile Says Everything: I’ve Missed You.

I Can Be Whatever. You Can Be Whatever. We Can Be Whatever. Whatever, Together.