I Carried Recipes In My Head Like

I Think If You Are An Outsider Then You Are An Outsider Always.

Remember, It's The Winners Write The History Books, And The Losers Get The Leavings.

And So Nat Stood Up And Joined The Group, And Followed, And Watched, And Awaited His Chance As The Light Of Chaos Lit The Plain And Gods And Demons Marched To War.

I Speak As I Must And Cannot Be Silent.

I Like Autumn. The Drama Of It; The Golden Lion Roaring Through The Back Door Of The Year, Shaking Its Mane Of Leaves. A Dangerous Time; Of Violent Rages And Deceptive Calm, Of Fireworks In The Pockets And Conkers In The Fist.