You know how they say ‘the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence,’ all that cliche bullshit? Well it’s true. It’s true.
I have this quirk, I guess, this thing. Okay, yes, I understand that you want to call it a compulsion and maybe it is, but maybe just let me choose the words I use instead of trying to do it for me. Thank you. Anyway,
Wise and cruel was the Bird, and wise and cruel were the Sons of the Bird — Robert Heinlein The Author destroyed the world created by the Sons of the Bird at the end of his story so that we in this world, in this
It’s just a pie. It’s not just a pie. Sure it is. Flour and salt and fat, some fruit and some sugar. Pie! You’ve been dating for, what? Two– Not even two months! A pie is not merely a pie at not even two months.
Tell me a bedtime story, sweetheart. Talk me to sleep. A story, huh? Hmm, okay, let’s see. Okay. A long, long time ago, when we all lived in the forest and no one lived anywhere else– I know that one. I’ve heard that one before.