LunarWeaver
is famous in our kingdom!

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him the knew--
Only more sure of all I though was true.

Who warped me here, you smurfers?

Like that Titanic movie or the Chicago Bulls back when they were good at the sport it is they play.

And yet I still win consistently.

C for Cat.

UGH, I screw everything up.

B for Mutton.

Beef is acceptable.

I'm the one who's calling you. Your dark passenger. And like any Dexter, you'll submit yourself to my will. One day.

OMG REBEL BOOK CLUB FTW!!!

Hmm...I approve of this suggestion...What date suits you?