Hey, I write. Its what I do. Criticise it. Do what ever you want to it.

Imagine your self in the shoes of the character. Imagine you are the character.   Imagine worlds filled with things beyond the logic of this world. And then think, could that be real? But really, could it? How do we know our dreams are the dreams? Our life could be the dreams of others and then our dreams are others lives. 

Our greatest imaginings are brought to life through words. We write about them to show others how our heads work. To show OUR greats works. 

Think, when was the last time you read a story that was able to occur and yet not occur at the same time? Our greatest literary works of the world are lies. Excellent lies. They are brought to life through film and the abilities of others to create images through words to open our minds. They expand our minds.

And me? I'm trying to expand your mind through the tales drifting through my head. And I'll try do it as best as I can. But chances are you'll get bored and start reading other things before I'm done. Or I'll give up on an idea before its done thinking it wont work.

So ask yourself, if you read this, why? Why? Why do you read and why do you think the way you do. And why you bare to face the messed up realities of the human mind.

And remember, always remember, that our greatest gift can also be our greatest gift to others, our imagination. It can bring tears to the coldest of hearts. It can break high mountains down. It can inspire millions, or create chaos. So I ask you only to remember.   

  -- Brilliance comes from the imagination. --

Find me on tumblr as Sassageddon