Something isn't beautiful because it lasts.
By windward strides and holy ghosts, what rests beside the barren coasts?
A fan-fiction author and game programmer that lives in Glendale, CA.
Just a dude. Writes horsewords... with varying regularity.
One of these days we'll form a union, and get the fair and equitable treatment we deserve. Then we'll go too far, and become corrupt and shiftless, and the Japonies will eat us alive.