I think that most of my life I've been living under some kind of invisible cloak of animosity and rather awkwardly placed metaphoric thinking. Unfortunately the metaphoric thinking has become rather philosophic as I have matured with age. Unfortunately my grammar isn't at all great in comparison to my other "friends" and/or fellow writers. I don't know how to use a period, because my mind is somewhat stuck in about 14th century England, where they used countless commas. I am gradually getting better at using full sentences.