The Sands Of Time Cannot Be Stopped.

These Books Are My Friends, My Companions.

He Closed His Eyes And Sank Into The Warm Dusk That Separates Consciosness And Sleep, Where Reality Bends And Sways To The Wind Of Thought, And Where Creativity Blossoms In Its Freedom From Boundaries And All Things Are Possible.

Engaged In A Fiery Dance, Their Bodies Were Linked And Seperated By The Flashing Blades. At Times They Nearly Touched, Taut Skin Only A Hair's Breadth Away, But Then Momentum Would Whirl Them Apart, And They Would Withdraw For A Second, Only To Join Again. Their Sinuous Forms Wove Together Like Twisting Ropes Of Windblown Smoke.

Mmm....she's Doomed! You're Doomed!! They're All Doomed! Notice I Didn't Specify What Kind Of Doom, So No Matter What Happens, I Predicted It. How Very Wise Of Me.

I Always Say, Better Ask Forgiveness Than Permission.