The lyrics to Jingle Bells sung by ghost children overtop Pachelbel's Canon is my anthem. My flag is constructed of foil Cadbury Cream Egg wrappers (woven together in a quilt-like fashion). My army gets along well with my navy, but neither branch care much for the scouts. Their credo smacks too much of communism, and the fighting boys who keep me safe hold no truck with reds. My GDP depends heavily on oatmeal subsidies and apple sauce futures, and unemployment is at a record -10%. Morale fluxuates, but the state of this union is strong.
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The latest, writing-wise: JAGCL.com .
If you like trumpets and guitars and gleeful musical notes and thumps produced by skinny boys named Dan, Henry, Andy, Tim or Jose: Spitfires & Mayflowers .
My Interests
Early wakeups. Complicated oatmeal. Tetrapack wine.
