Some Writers Are Only Born To Help

I Hate A Cramp, He Thought. It Is A Treachery Of One's Own Body.

In Stating As Fully As I Could How Things Really Were, It Was Often Very Difficult And I Wrote Awkwardly And The Awkwardness Is What They Called My Style. All Mistakes And Awkwardness Are Easy To See, And They Called It Style.

Some Lived In It And Never Felt It But He Knew It All Was Nada Y Pues Nada Y Nada Y Pues Nada.

Live It Up So You Can Write It Down.

I Don’t. I Don’t Want Anybody Else To Touch You. I’m Silly. I Get Furious If They Touch You.