As one who cannot help but find old boots in unexpected places I must say that life is full of surprises and custard. I am the one who will harness the random energy of a meatballball of time-space compressed into a 4 course spagetti dinner.
I find the end of the road to be the place where I can start to fly and not care about the future that is suppose to be ahead of me. As I utter a primal scream into the night my grizzled; ash grey wings sprout forth from within my flesh and propel me upwards into the skies of purest azure blue. I float and flitter through the stratosphre as I survey all of the other morass mortals as they trod upon the earth on their solemn paths. I will not be con