June 23, 2014

Writing 101: To Whom It May Concern

Dear Slayer of the Jabberwock,

Come be my beamish boy and slay all my fruit-less words. These fantastical monsters haunt my mirrors with their backward images. Their message I misunderstand. But, not the fact they must be cut down. So, pray, dear boy, take up your blade to snicker-snack and slash away!

Callooh! Callay!


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