Even my parents waited until my book was remaindered before buying a copy.

We spread contented on our thrones and clap the supple tumbles, like shiny silver dollars spinning cross the blade lush lawn. We sup sweet wine and sour beer and goad each

I wrote this a day or two after I met my sister for the first time. I was feeling confused, it's about my mother, who passed away 2 years ago.

"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic" (Arthur C. Clarke) His face, for the first time in photographs, shows a new expression, one unexpected:

HEY MISTER DJ, IT’S TIME TO MAKE SOME NOISE! TURN UP THE VOLUME, FOR ALL THE GIRLS AND BOYS! TURN ON THE STROBE, THEN TWEEK UP THE BASS, THE PARTY’S STARTED, IT’S TIME TO ROCK THIS PLACE!

This is part of some new writting after getting some advice from Mark brown..cheers mark!

When changes come, a mirror shines bright light into your face. It’s during transition these lines of battle must be faced.