There Are No Safe Choices.

Sitting In My Favorite Coffeehouse With A New Notebook And A Hot Cup Of Java Is My Idea Of Heaven.

I Will Tell You The Story Of How We Found Ourselves In A Realm Where Dreams Are Formed, Destiny Is Chosen, And Magic Is As Real As A Handprint In The Snow.

Goodbye," I Whisper At Last, When It No Longer Matters And There Is No One To Hear It But The Window.

Nobody Wants To Be Themselves. That's Why There's Tv. -ephigenia.

Greetings, Ax Murderer! I Was Just Wondering How You Like Your Eggs?