("Only you shall not eat flesh with its life, that is, its blood.…") Torch it with a side of reality. (Sorry sir, we are all out of reality tonight, how about actuality instead?) Fine, as long as I can roar... (Roaring's optional.) No. It's not. (Silence...) Now that is optional. (Silence...) © 2014 Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)