My fingers burn behind the keys of my typewriter, the lettering fading with every thoughtful strike. The many words I write I dare not stall; my mind perpetually alert for my magnum opus call.

There is a very distinct moment in a man's life. Where an indescribable euphoria takes hold firmer than that new band on your finger. It happens but once in a lifetime. If you're lucky. So gentlemen, who among you know that feeling?

Shrewd branding is when you remind people that you exist by strategically and periodically engaging them on a wide range of topics without asking them to buy anything. If you prove interesting, trust that they'll look you up. Now I must get back to my steak.

A great writer is a blitzed illusionist of portable magic. You're welcome.

Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y’all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let’s have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.