If You Tell A True Story, You

Details Are The Life Of Prose.

All He Needed Was A Wheel In His Hand And Four On The Road.

I Promise I Shall Never Give Up, And That I'll Die Yelling & Laughing.

But Why Think About That When All The Golden Lands Ahead Of You And All Kinds Of Unforseen Events Wait Lurking To Surprise You And Make You Glad You're Alive To See?

It’s Not That I Can’t Fall In Love. It’s Really That I Can’t Help Falling In Love With Too Many Things All At Once. So, You Must Understand Why I Can’t Distinguish Between What’s Platonic And What Isn’t, Because It’s All Too Much And Not Enough At The Same Time.