Sir, I’ve been a personal fan of yours since I was a kid. I remember I’d see you on TV hosting your quiz show and dream about making it there myself someday. My grandmother used to buy me your books when I was a child and tell me that reading them would make me smart … Continue reading A Response to Mr. Derek O’Brien, and the Trina Mool Congress.
The swaying trees retain their peace— The streets remain unchanged… This town, though, is in jeopardy methodically arranged. The faction sworn to set us free from a foreign scourge is one enthralling fallacy of which our minds need purge. How long until we comprehend how they have chained our thoughts, and that, until we … Continue reading Poem 4