Where wild things roam and roar. What I Believe And Why. Crafted for your viewing consumption by. When voices go silent because hate and threats overwhelm those who dare to speak out, why should we be surprised to see the fall of civil discourse? Crafted for your viewing consumption by. Might as well be a fat, sleeping ginger cat. Now I look like this.

In the spaces where all movement ceases. Where we exist in the throb that echoes loosely between heartbeats. In the rush of time. We exist and our measure is taken. Will you be lighter than a feather? Or is it only a kindness to pretend that it could be so? And we will be judged worthy.

On the D of Dread, there is a mosquito. Do you see it? Today, I messed with my daughter, told her to quick, kill it. Had some fun with her until she realized it was flat and printed on the book. Middot; The Pilcrow Theme.