Lonesome, no more!

“It was The Gospel From Outer Space, by Kilgore Trout. It was about a visitor fr…”

“When I write, I feel like an armless leg less man with a crayon in his mouth.”

“And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky m…”

“You were sick, but now you are well, and there is work to be done.”