So What, Ghosts Can't Hurt

Semi-facetiously, When People Ask Me Why I Write These Kinds Of Stories, I Simply Say That I Was Warped As A Child. And, There Is Some Truth To That.

Take The Dead From The Dead, The Old Proverb Said; Only A Corpse May Speak True Prophecy.

Outside, Daylight Was Bleeding Slowly Toward Dusk.

I Don't Ask Myself, "well, Does God Exist Or Does God Not Exist?" I Choose To Believe That God Exists, And Therefore I Can Say, "god, I Can't Do This By Myself. Help Me Not To Take A Drink Today. Help Me Not To Take A Drug Today." And That Works Fine For Me.

Busy As A One Legged Man In An Ass Kicking Contest.