I Carried Recipes In My Head Like

Clones Fit In. Freaks Stand Out. Ask Me Which One I Prefer.

I Like Autumn. The Drama Of It; The Golden Lion Roaring Through The Back Door Of The Year, Shaking Its Mane Of Leaves. A Dangerous Time; Of Violent Rages And Deceptive Calm, Of Fireworks In The Pockets And Conkers In The Fist.

We Came In The Wind Of The Carnival. A Wind Of Change, Or Promises. The Merry Wind, The Magical Wind, Making March Hares Of Everyone, Tumbling Blossoms And Coat-tails And Hats; Rushing Towards Summer In A Frenzy Of Exuberance.

I Can Write Absolutely Anywhere. All I Need Is A Laptop.

Some Books You Read. Some Books You Enjoy. But Some Books Just Swallow You Up, Heart And Soul.