Okay, so you want to write things. Many things. Beautiful things! Things that seem so awesome in your head! But you have just one tiny, itty-bitty problem:
Everything you write is total, complete shit. It’s so shit you want to print it out just so you can set it on…
While it is important to mention that Anne Boleyn was innocent of every charge laid against her—
It’s also important to talk about the kind of society that allows for people to be executed for witchcraft and adultery, and it’s extremely important to talk about the kind…
What ever happened to predictability? The milk man, the paper boy, evening T.V. When did I get to living here? Somebody tell me please. This whole worlds confusing me.
Clouds as mean as you ever seen. And a bird who knows your tune. And that little voice inside you wispering. Kid don’t sell your dreams so soon.
