The Mist Hung In The Air Like

Since I've Been Hired To Contribute To The Storyline Of 'doom 4' I Can Say What Was Always True Anyway. I'm Working. You See, For A Writer, Lots Of Stuff That Doesn't Look Like Working Is Actually Working. Looking Out Of The Window, For Example. Balancing A Pencil On The Edge Of The Desk In Order To Find Its Exact Fulcrum. Playing 'doom.

Repression In The Human Psyche Is Tightly Bundled. When It Has Been Pulled Out Of The Sprung Package So Often It Is Perhaps Difficult To Push It Back In The Box.

The Mist Hung In The Air Like A Prancing Unicorn.

I'd Defend The Right For Any Novelist To Experiment With Form Or Language, But If People Don't Take To It, Don't React By Making Out That They Are Thick.

The Blood In My Veins Is Frozen But It Sings Of Love.