I'm a collector of odds and ends- the lost forgotten peices of other's broken collections. I like fur scraps, lost feathers, old buttons, and keys without their locks. Lately I've delved into stories with unnamed authors. Some of my favorite are the native stories told around here. They're odd in many ways. Some are almost terrifying, others are just ridiculous, most have a hidden ethic too insane to see, and all of them are inspired by the most fascinating notions anyone could have. They teach lessons most people wouldn't even think to learn. They tell stories, some hearts are too weak to hear. And I find my mind expanded a little further by each and everyone.
