They called me Mr Glass
Your bones don’t break, mine do. That’s clear. Your cells react to bacteria and viruses differently than mine. You don’t get sick, I do. That’s also…
A wonderful serenity
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone,…
Wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli story tales
It is a paradisematic country in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts…
Behind the countries
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at…