Heaven Would Be Hell In No Time

Sweet To Think On It, That When We Are Last Weary Of All This World There Is The Rising Sun

But Just Remember, Life Without Me Would Be Even More Unbearable.

Get Thee Behind Me, Tragedy.

I Loved Words. I Love To Sing Them And Speak Them And Even Now, I Must Admit, I Have Fallen Into The Joy Of Writing Them.

I Claim Dickens As A Mentor. He's My Teacher. He's One Of My Driving Forces.