One flower in my hand for a genie, and another in my hair for an angel. I’ve woken up in the wrong world again, this time in the place where the residents float, shine and beam. But my feet touch
One flower in my hand for a genie, and another in my hair for an angel. I’ve woken up in the wrong world again, this time in the place where the residents float, shine and beam. But my feet touch
Once upon a time, there was a wombat named Emilio. Emilio was a very special wombat because his nose contained a Pez dispenser.
He realized that normal wombats did not have candy factories in their noses. The deformity resulted from
I help frustrated creatives and disheartened geniuses put words to their great work in the world.
Creatives and geniuses have to decide daily whether to sacrifice their awe-inspiring talent …