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Write Like It Matters, And It Will.

Greetings, Ax Murderer! I Was Just Wondering How You Like Your Eggs?

In Each Of Us Lie Good And Bad, Light And Dark, Art And Pain, Choice And Regret, Cruelty And Sacrifice. We’re Each Of Us Our Own Chiaroscuro, Our Own Bit Of Illusion Fighting To Emerge Into Something Solid, Something Real. We’ve Got To Forgive Ourselves That. I Must Remember To Forgive Myself. Because There Is A Lot Of Grey To Work With. No One Can Live In The Light All The Time.

She's No Beauty, Mate

...because Really, Sometimes The Irony Gods Just Get Drunk.