Writing with an intellectual profundity that devolves relentlessly into a ponderous mass of bombastic verbosity into a future's future confabulation that no known human can possibly comprehend what I've expounded upon, let alone me . . . it's a gift.
i'm extremely competitive and enjoy solving problems :D
The ability to survive and still have a sense of humour.
No idea i'm afraid.
What gift would you like?
Want a butterfly? : theyre sold out :( lol :P
A pair of shearling lined leather slippers.
Mercy & Acceptance of ALL