A mere moment's flame, like a desperate, lusting desire, sparks a life-long pursuit of passion...so, who the hell am I to argue with that, huh? 

If you, dear reader, chose to embark upon reading юМỳ, might I suggest you throw out the baby, the bath water and all the little fuckin' monster's toys too! A cleansed mind, blank-screen bias and the ability to open the floodgates without being swept up into the torrent are required; otherwise, might I suggest that chick's book about the One Direction guy that is getting all the fanfare.

Be forewarned: If you do somehow manage to grasp the essence of this book, like Morpheus offering the red pill or the blue pill, you will never come back...that is a promise!

If you have never read One Hundred Years of Solitude, you will find yourself scouring the used bookstores on Queen St., if you had ever halfheartedly wondered about what that guy was thinking about when he wrote the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, you will wonder no more. If you previously had thoroughly enjoyed flitting your way through a Jackie Collins paperback, you will, I'm afraid never, ever be able to digest even a single page of that clap trap...sorry!

Spread your visionary wings...soar as you have never soared before cause you baby! Are about to embark upon a life-changing journey... you now have my permission to
 proceed.