You Make 'em, I Amuse

You Can Get So Confused That You'll Start In To Race Down Long Wiggled Roads At A Break-necking Pace And Grind On For Miles Across Weirdish Wild Space, Headed, I Fear, Toward A Most Useless Place. The Waiting Place.

I'm Afraid That Sometimes You'll Play Lonely Games Too. Games You Can't Win 'cause You'll Play Against You.

Sometimes Crazy Just Isn't Enough.

The Three Words That Best Describe You Are As Follows, And I Quote: Stink. Stank. Stunk.

[latin] Allows You To Adore Words, Take Them Apart And Find Out Where They Came From.