If You Want To Write For Yourself,

I Fell Into A Deep Sleep Tucked In That Little Cocoon, A Deeper Sleep Than I Might Of Had In Years. Right Up Until Someone Kicked Me And Said "gotcha!

Well, I Get Under People's Skins. It's A Gift I Have, What Can I Say?

You...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!

It’s Wherever You Are. If It’s Tapped Into Any Of Your Senses, It Knows Where You Are And What You’re Doing.” Oh No, I Thought, My Spirits Sinking. I Hadn’t Considered That. Did That Mean Nothing I Did Was Ever Anymore? “even In The Bathroom?” The Gasman’s Eyes Widened With Surprise.

Have You Ever Been To Colorado?" I Frowned. "is That One Of Those Square Ones, In The Middle?