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I'm not afraid of dying I just don't want to be there when it happens.

Shed. Opossum Bay. December 2012. C'mon, it's the HOLIDAYS!!!!

All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.

I shudder to think what they found in there...

The prudent person may direct a state, but it is the enthusiast who regenerates or ruins it.

Be very careful Henry, I have it on very good authority that there is a grumpy old troll™ living in this here shed…