One bright day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight.

Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords, and shot each other.

Deaf policemen heard the noise, came and killed the two dead boys.

If you don't believe this lie is true, go ask the blind man.

He saw it too.

Last update/ visit: July 12, 2008

I'm into Doctor Who again. Fell in love with it AND its theme song back when I was tiny. First episode I ever saw had Daleks in it. EX TAH MIN ATE! EX- TAH- MIN- ATE!!

Side note. Appropriate response to the presence of a Dalek: screaming for your life in full throttle panic mode; i.e. "AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!! GET ME OUT OF HEEEEERRRRREEEEE!!"

Quoting from the Tenth Docotr: "Hoh yes." I'm back into writing. Gosh, it's like a cycle, isn't it? I NEVER STOP coming up with stories. I feel like it's possibly true that I'm being sent messages by some unhuman thing. A muse, maybe. But I NEVER STOP. Ever. I forget my reasons for making things up, if I ever did have solid reasons. It's like I DIDN'T or something. Like someone else is doing it. STILL, if talent it be, then mine's being wasted. Even I entertain myself, and everyone else likes my stuff, or maybe I'm being egotistical.

Do I need a blog?

Oh, who reads blogs, anyway!