I've roasted a wealth of exotic things, All torn to ribbons at the hands of kings. Polished copper how I proudly shone, stealin' the fire of the blazing sun.
The window through which we perceive life is what defines our experience of it. We are only aware of a small fraction of what our senses pick up. We can all choose how we see the world.
I sometimes pretend I have a posting schedule other than "sometime soon."
TD writes and reviews pony fanfiction, and has a serious RariJack addiction. Send help and/or ponies.