Like the image says, nothing is written in stone.....well at least nothing is written in stone permantly thanks to mother nature. Ah, yes, a little tale of introduction is what this is to let you know that A) irl i am a writer/poet so what goes here is my sweet labor of imagination and creativity, B) this is a mask I am wearing to share my works with cyberworld, C) I will not reveal my personal info (don't need Satan to come knocking on my door to reclaim his genius), D) I am human (mortal or not is debatable) therefore I will make errors, E) I appreciate feedback as it either helps inflate my small ego or helps me stay grounded and F) enjoy what is posted here, any recognition of people/places is based on real people that are tweaked or just pure imagination, so I don't take responsibility for anything that can get me in a legal mess under the heading of slander. Oh, G) Please don't hunt wolves/vampires/ghosts/goblins and so on as they have the right to exist as well. " A proverb is no proverb to you till life has illustrated it. Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home. The imagination of a boy is healthy, and the mature imagination of a man is healthy, but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, the gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow" - John Keats
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