All that destiny garbage. Nobody can decide what happens to you. Nobody but you.

Claim yourself.

Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

Pete et Invienies.

Ant Prune was holding one of the squirrels in her hand. ‘And once a day, we have ta clean their little private parts with a Q-tip, so they'll learn ta clean themselves.'That was a visual I didn't need