I have this idea, that all the seasons, are a group of girls, or women. Like a group of really attractive women. One with really white hair and pale skin and eyes that are creepily blue. She's winter. And then one that has like fiery red hair and and really tan skin and she would be summer. That's just my thought.

When When the act becomes stronger than the cause the world will either know true peace or face an indescribable pain

No More No more of this and no more of that. For if this leads to that than that can never this again. What would you do if this only led to that. Would you cry? Would you scream. Or would that only lead to more of this or even dare I say more of that!?

The Wallowing Witch Deep in the wabes of the wondering wobes wines a witch of the west east to the emphatic yet easy going entertainer who not only entertains he also lambently lies to the lion lying lazily underneath the sugar tree. Lazily he lies joyful and jolly his amusement annoys that awful of witch you probably forgot about.