I am human, and that much I am sure. I am grateful I am not a martian, otherwise I would be compelled to wear a helmet which I really don't like. I love the sun, the wind and the gruesome winter cold, and magical fairies that rise high above the ground everyday when the sun blinks upon the dew's. And the rancorous dog of my neighbor who barks now and then just to show of his pearly teeth.
I am a raving mad guy who reads wisdom books and thinks Hercules is my nephew. Imagination is a VOCA-BULLARY which runs wild in my mind. In fact I dream, and I go after them like a cupid's arrow. Often I fall in love, not with girls but with the idea of love and romance. When it comes to really loving