Maybe He Was A Good

My Favorite Books Are Actually Very Complicated - 'one Hundred Years Of Solitude', 'ulysses'.

I Have A Folder In My Office With About 400 Ideas In It. So It Will Take Me Another 40 Years To Get Through Those.

And I Think That Everything In Life Is Kind Of Unreal, Isn't It?

We Is Always So Much Better Than I.

I Hung My Head, And I Felt Someone, Fang, Gather Me Gently To Him. My Cheek Rested On His Shoulder, And My Silent Tears Soaked His Torn Shirt.he Felt Warm And Strong And Heartbreakingly Familiar. And At That Moment, Not A Single Thing In My Life Was Certain, Strong, Or Whole. Nothing. Least Of All Fang.