The only reasonable way to live is to love every thing, all of the time.
You believe in things that you don’t understand, and you suffer. Superstition ain’t the way.
Without adding anything extra.
I ain’t saying she is. Or isn’t.
I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange.
Just recognizing that we have lost our composure is, in fact, good composure.
In the end, it’s just another day at the buk buk.
The Four First Families of LETE.
Finding the babies
Revenge is sweet?