"But he was already pouring you a brimming cup of fuck you"
I write so that one day I may finally stop writing and be free, but these damn new ideas keep finding ways into my brain. I need to write more to vent them out!
All is not lost; the unconquerable will, and study of revenge, immortal hate, and the courage never to submit or yield: and what else is not to be overcome?
Horseword maintenance and installation specialist. Mareschizo extraordinaire.