| Or, y'know, for the use of short-stories. Whatever floats my boat. Really, it's more an excersize in creative hubris that will eventually be deleted. Erm, anyways! Lets get on with it!
__________________ Itch. It itches to feel you cleave to the song of my mettle,
to yield and surrender in nearly every way;
if not in all the important ways.
~No One Important |