The Truth's Not Pretty Of

So What? All Writers Are Lunatics!

Words,words Filled The Night Like The Fragrance Of Invisible Flowers.

Accursed, Blasted, Heartless Things [books]! Full Of Empty Promises, Full Of False Lures, Always Making You Hungry, Never Satisfying You, Never!

Didn't Books Say That Too: That There Is Always Price To Pay For Happiness?

I Always Wanted To Ride A Dragon Myself, So I Decided To Do This For A Year In My Imagination.