Kill Me. If You’ve Ever Been My

Things Are Really Weird Around Here, And Most Of Us Don't Know Everything. Half Of Everything.

Kill Me. If You’ve Ever Been My Friend, Kill Me.

Thomas Hated The People Who'd Taken This Poor, Innocent Kid Form His Family. He Hated Them With A Passion He Didn't Know A Human Could Feel. He Wanted Them Dead, Tortured, Even. He Wanted Chuck To Be Happy. But Happiness Had Been Ripped Form Their Lives. Love Had Been Ripped From Their Lives.

I Love The Sound Of It," Trina Whispers, As If Speaking Too Loudly Might Interrupt The Drumming Patter Of The Rain Outside. "it Makes Me Want To Sleep. Snuggle My Head Right Up In Your Armpit And Snore For Three Days." "my Armpit?" Mark Repeats. "good Thing We All Showered Up In The Storm This Morning. My Pits Smell Like Roses. Go Ahead And Get Comfy.

Down The Road A Bit, I Would Like To Write A Couple Of Stand-alone Adult Novels, Especially In The Horror Genre. I've Got Lots Of Things Up My Sleeve.