What is life but a story with an infinite possible endings. Care to see where yours goes?
Hello there, I'm a slightly original writer trying his best to improve and meet unreasonable deadlines, that are already due.
I believe in my whole race. Yellow, white, black, red, brown in the honesty, courage, intelligence, durability and goodness of the overwhelming majority of my brothers and sisters everywhere
The things that cage who we are; who we're supposed to be, are the lies we tell ourselves.
...As if I am expected to write an acceptable biography about myself with only a mere 200 characters? Don't be ridiculous!
Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists.