Author: Kane Lesser
You made it - I was waiting.
Now that you're here, let's chat.
Common sense is an oxymoron, though I hold belief it exists in minuscule quantities out there somewhere. I write, I cry, I get mad, I throw things, I tell you exactly what I think.
It is a blessing; it is a burden in my head that refuses to allow me sleep.
I welcome all here.
The Eternal Skyline
