This Is The End Of Our Sentence

From Now On, I'm Opting For Ontological Terrorism.

In The World Of The Superheroes, Everything Had Value, Potential, Mystery. Any Person, Thing, Or Object Could Be Drafted Into Service In The Struggle Against Darkness And Evil - Remade As A Weapon Or A Warrior Or A Superhero. Even A Little Bee Named Michael - After God's Own Avenging Angel - Could Pitch In To Win The Battle Against Wickedness.

This Is The End Of Our Sentence

I Plan Years In Advance, But I Like To Leave Enough Space In The Narrative Scheme To Change Things, Because I Always Get My Best Ideas The Closer I Come To The End Of A Project, After I've Lived With It For A While.

It's Salt. Why Don't You Sprinkle Some On Me, Honey? Aren't I Just Good Enough To Eat?