Writing is existing, a process of understanding the role of imagination. To painted added layers of color and a hint of love, not too powerful as some potions are. Too write a world that fights for itself when humans go out of control, a darling child on the stairs of a glass cylinder, and soldiers stop to watch stars gltter and shoot light beams, hopes, and dreams.

The rust could show itself, don't let, the rust demons to be removed, cleaned out as the rain ends, reality then shines its imperfect brilliance.

America is not just a nation of dreams, it also is a place of hope. Keep the hope alive.

Over the rocks and into the plains, rolling stones need a place to go, but roll they must. So they go!

Alas, somethings were not meant to be!

Not exactly a war yet!

In every war there is a hero or more!

Take some sugar from me!

Crazy!

A dictator is not a dick, just misunderstood, we are all feeling a need to be heard, lately I wish to grow a beard!

Secretly Alice wears no underwear and gives auras of mystery knowing people may understand, because there is a lot to know!