mudkipofpower

I write. Not because I can, because I want. I think. Not because I want, because I must. I live. I live. I live. Not because I die. I live because I think. I live because I write. I die. Not because I write. Not because I think. I die because I live. And all life must end.

Never before have I ever spent an entire day in a trenchcoat, that is – before today.  I sincerely regret having not experienced this earlier in my life.  A day in a trenchcoat is like a day in heaven.  I feel like a god in my trenchcoat.  The way the sides of the coat majestically drift in the breeze as I walk swiftly down the hall, causes the people lucky enough to bear my presence to fall into complete awe.  The warm embrace of the fabric resting on my shoulders sends a powerful sensation throughout my entire being that revitalizes my mind and soul.  This trenchcoat is much more than a mere article of clothing, it is an icon, a symbol

     Since as early as I could remember, it had always been my dream to attend the prestigious Oxford University.  I had always seen Oxford University as one of the most sacred places on Earth, a sanctuary worthy of only the most graceful and elegant scholars of the human species.  Sadly, this dream seemed as if it would be forever out of my reach.  I was but a meager sand merchant, eking out an existence in the wild terrain of the Sahara Desert.  I never seemed to make much of a profit from my profession.  People never wanted to buy sand, almost as it there were just mountains of the stuff lying all over the place, free for the taking!  But