The Home Environment Can Undo A Lot

The Merry-go-round Was Running, Yes, But... It Was Running Backward. The Small Calliope Inside The Carousel Machinery Rattle-snapped Its Nervous-stallion Shivering Drums, Clashed Its Harvest-moon Cymbals, Toothed Its Castanets, And Throatily Choked And Sobbed Its Reeds, Whistles, And Baroque Flutes.

No Person Ever Died That Had A Family.

I Don't Tell Anyone How To Write And No One Tells Me.

Don’t Think. Thinking Is The Enemy Of Creativity.

My Job Is To Help You Fall In Love.