Everyone Needs A Creeper, A Personal Space And Privacy Grim Reaper. Also Hail Minty p.s. I'll steal yo gurl, yo husbund, yo house, yo cids, yo dawg, and yo side bae
We writers do not speak. We do not hear. We have no songs. We have no pictures. We only have scripture. From words we bring images. From words we bring emotion. From words we bring life.
Some dork who writes horse romance. What more do you want from me?
A guy with crazy ideas and a little free time.
It's true, you know. In space, no one can hear you scream like a little girl.