Think Of Nothing Things Think Of Wind

Every Day Is A New Day With Me. All Holds Are Off. All Contracts Are Forgotten.

But Mostly They Were Lies I Told; It Wasn't My Fault, I Couldn't Remember, Because It Was As Though I'd Been To One Of Those Supernatural Castles Visited By Characters In Legends: Once Away, You Do Not Remember, All That Is Left Is The Ghostly Echo Of Haunting Wonder.

That Isn't Writing At All, It's Typing.

Failure Is The Condiment That Gives Success Its Flavor.

That's Not Writing, That's Typing