My soul longs to communicate. My procrastination gets in the way. I will achieve immortality. That is my goal. I can also be sarcastic. To quote Liam, "Why me, why not?" So, come on in, share a tea, coffee, or pint. We'll tell lies, and exaggerate the size of everything. Have a look at what is tacked to the wall. Mind the mountain of failed attempts, false starts, and pay no heed to the knocking under the floor boards. The dragon beneath the stairs enjoys walks, and the creatures in the walls only want to say hello. The ghost usually want to help. The voices, well the voices don't stop, but the conversation is deadly. Solve the mystery