This journal has been opened up, for the possibility of life...and of love. We (der Majestätsplural) are always on the lookout for Kindred Spirits-especially ones who are crazy (literally and figuratively) As for funny, We must have it, whether it be funny sad, funny strange, or funny haha. Or a combo of the three. That... would be Us.
"These wet rocks where the tide has been, Barnacled white and weeded brown And slimed beneath to a beautiful green, These wet rocks where the tide went down Will show again when the tide is high Faint and perilous, far from shore, No place to dream, but a place to die,— The bottom of the sea once more."