I proved my namesake in a duel of honour. The crayon never stood a chance.

I have returned.

This sneaky fox, always clad in a blue mask and gloves, has long been a bane of unwary travelers with loose accouterments.

And so I sit, alone with the dark and the quiet, treading the secret corridors of my mind & soul and always discovering the oddest things. . . .

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“If the youth are not initiated into the tribe, they will burn down the village, just to feel its warmth.” — African proverb

Why do I write? Because I can't draw! I write mainly as an outlet, and don't take it too seriously. If you like what I write, awesome! If not, that's cool too.

Beneath the microscope, you contain galaxies.

God, I'm so sorry.

The sexiest man you've ever met.

Erm... I'll put something later. It's a wee bit too early for definitive self-describing thoughts right now.