(Captain Smartie, please let me know if you find this inacceptable)
Give me your poems, lend me your prose, shower upon me those books without which your life would be but a dark spiral of pain and hopelessness. Spill unto this place the words overflowing from your pen, your fingers, your keyboard, nay, from YOUR VERY SOUL ITSELF.
*ninjaflees* ninja
Smartie of the Soul
I agree with the claiming, etc. =]
